Chapter 72: Zeta Detroit
Three days later, the group finally arrived at the gate to the small human village. The entrance was barred, the gate locked securely in place. Above, few villagers stood watch on the high walls, their faces pinched with suspicion as they gazed down at the group.
However, it was the werewolves stationed atop the walls who truly commanded their attention. Most of them sported long, loosely braided hair, paired with flowing beards that framed their rugged faces.
Some had tied their locks into loose buns with scanty braids, while others let their hair cascade down, adorned with a few strategically placed braids, adding a touch of wildness to their appearance.
The hairstyles perfectly complemented their rugged features, coupled with their foreign outfits - animal hinds worn as cloaks over bare chests, further amplifying their edgy, battle-hardened looks.
Those men’s unholy eyes bore into them with bloodlust, sending chills down the group’s spines.
Their appearance, hairstyles, and outfit screamed one name;
"Dark Snow Pack," Reana mumbled under her breath, shuddering slightly as the vision of them destroying her pack soared through her mind once again.
Reana genuinely wished not to have anything to do with the Dark Snow Pack, people who were rumored to worship their Alpha, instead of the moon goddess. People who were said to have a beef with the goddess, but unfortunately, the situation didn’t allow that.
She couldn’t help wondering why the moon goddess still blessed them despite their transgression, yet threw her devotees into a situation where they had to seek help from her enemies.