CHAPTER 96

--Alyssa--

"White wolves cannot reject their mates like that," Noah said, a faint smile playing on his lips. His calm demeanor seemed to contrast sharply with the tension hanging in the air, adding an eerie stillness to the room.

I watched as Jasmine's mother began to crumble under the weight of Noah's words. Her eyes, filled with disbelief and sorrow, mirrored the anguish that clawed at her heart. "How could the Moon Goddess do such a thing?" she cried, her voice trembling. "We could refuse, but they could not?"

Noah's expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained resolute. "Do not question her," he said firmly. His voice held a tone of reverence, one that silenced any murmurs of dissent instantly. The place fell into a hushed silence, and the woman's fear was palpable.

Noah's encounters with the Moon Goddess were legendary, tales whispered in the dead of night by those who dared to believe in the divine. His unwavering faith in her decisions was something to be reckoned with,