Novel & Cerita Hindered By Tradition

I declared. “Approval is king.” I paused. “Failure to comply will result in banishment.” Elder Thomas rose, sounding upset. “Lily, these are major changes.” “Exactly” she interrupted harshly. “Traditional has traditionally fallen flat on its face. It failed me. It has failed every servant and servant who has been abused in its title. So now we will craft new customs. Better”.

"Builds trust across packs." "Indeed," Garrett agrees. He looks at Penelope with barely concealed disdain. "Though some question whether certain positions should be so accessible. Traditional standards exist for reasons." "Traditional standards often excuse discrimination," Penelope counters politely but firmly. "Progress means examining whether old rules still serve their purpose." Garrett's expression hardens. "Progress is often just another word for chaos. Destroying what works in favor of experimentation." "Or improving what doesn't work," I interject. "Evolution isn't chaos. It's adaptation."

That means her family will not get the status they’re seeking through me. I see the outrage on quite a few faces. Sander Tillon, an older male and the head of his family, says furiously, “You cannot ask our daughters to break ties with us! That is unheard of! Traditions are meant to be followed!” “Traditions no longer have a place in this pack,” I snarl. “It is these so-called traditions that ruined the pack in the first place.” “You can’t—”

However, unfortunately for him, Horace and I were not people who could be easily swayed or played with. And whatever his plans were, it would be too difficult for him to get it that easily with us. That would be the last thing I will ever do. Letting my daughter or any of my children be taken away in the name of some silly old tradition. It was basically a death trap. A tradition that puts the life of my child at risk. A tradition that puts the life of my child in the hands of selfish people so they can achieve their selfish aims and get away with it.

I saw defiance flicker in her eyes before she could smother it. She raised her chin. “Perhaps. But still… titles aside, a woman shouldn’t attend men’s strategy meetings. It is simply tradition.” I approached her slowly until we stood face to face. She trembled, even though she tried desperately to hide it. “Tradition,” I whispered, “is only useful when it doesn’t keep you small. If the world is bleeding, if your people are being stolen, if danger approaches from every direction, why cling to a tradition that leaves you defenseless? Making pancakes and butter bread won’t sort out anything”

"Rebellion? I want to heal this estate, not destroy it. But not at the cost of another life. Give me time. Respect my mourning, and maybe I'll find a way to continue without more blood." Harlan sighed, the sound heavy with age. "This is your family, Lila. Blood binds us tighter than choice. Tradition isn't a suggestion; it's the chain that holds the curse at bay. Defy it, and you'll be haunted—not by ghosts, but by the failure of everything we protect. The land will wither, the wards crumble. And you... you'll carry that weight alone." Haunted. The word sent a chill down my spine, echoing the nightmare. "Haunted how? By Shay's memory? Or by your threats?"

He said and they all nodded while exchanging glances and murmuring, he signaled for them to stop then he continued. "This tradition has been in existence even before I was born, I took it up and became the boss which I have been ruling for more than 50 years now. But I came to realize that this tradition needs to be destroyed because we are in the modern era where people have to be on their own and make decisions without involving third parties." He explained with grief. "No this is impossible. How can you decide to do that when we have more targets to meet and plans to Carry out." An elder kicked against it, it went on and on. Mr George got enough of it and signaled for them to calm down.

Aiden nodded, adding, "And with our resources, we can help develop infrastructure, improve trade routes, and Introduce new opportunities for your people, while still preserving the village's uniqueness." "Hm…" the ruler listened carefully, his fingers lightly tapping the table. "You speak of progress," he mused. "This progress you speak of can be dangerous to a place like this. We have maintained our traditions for generations, and many here would be or should I say, are resistant to change."