Chapter 143: The Human Caravan
The human village’s caravan, a long line of carriages, horses, carts, and people, wound its way up the path towards the pack’s gathering grounds.
The human males, dressed in simple tunics and thick cloaks, and their women - pretty, delicate, and cute, adorned in colorful dresses with thick cloaks over their shoulders, as the weather was growing increasingly colder...winter was less than a month.
They got out of their carriages, looking around in awe at the towering trees and the sprawling layout of the pack’s homes.
At the forefront of the caravan, a tall, imposing figure rode a majestic black stallion - Detroit. He was dressed in a fur cloak, his front opened, revealing a tattoo of a red wolf on one breast, and a black wolf on the other.
His eyes sharp with anger and ruthlessness as he surveyed his surroundings, as if searching for her or him - the dead man who snatched his woman.
Him?
Reana frowned slightly at the sight of Detroit. But she maintained her diplomatic image, standing their in full glory wearing her amour of pride, power, and majesty.
Behind her was an entourage of council members and high-ranking warriors. And pack members, who hurdled up in a short distance, scrutinizing the strangers.
They could tell that these were humans, but what mesmerized, hypnotized, and charmed them the most were their delicate girls. Some had flower crowns adorning or shining adornments on their hair, with skin glittering under the morning sun. Their faces glowing with prosperity and calmness.
In one word, they looked like goddesses– a breath of fresh air from their wild werewolves women.
As for the human males, they looked weathered and rugged, their faces lined with the signs of hard work, pride, wisdom, and determination.