Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 3 - Fate

Stepping off the bus, Eleanor surveyed her surroundings. The highway stretched ahead; she looked at the security cameras positioned near the zebra crossings. If she followed the designated path, there was a risk her image would be captured. Something she couldn't afford now.

Instead, she deviated further down the road, away from the crossing, her footsteps quick but careful. She glanced left, then right. The road was empty.

She stepped onto the asphalt, her heartbeat accelerating with every step. The cold wind nipped at her exposed skin, but she barely noticed. She was so close, just a few more feet, and she'd hurried to cross the road.

Then she heard it. A deafening roar. The aggressive growl of a high-performance engine shattered the silence, reverberating in her ears.

Her head snapped toward the sound just as the shiny frame of a sports car came dashing toward her, headlights glaring like twin suns in the dim light.

Panic surged through her veins, and she bolted. But her body, weakened from exhaustion and hunger, failed her. Her foot caught on a loose stone, and before she could recover, she stumbled forward.

Brakes screeched... metal against rubber, the scent of burning tires filling the air. The blinding glare of headlights came in front of her.

Then pain exploded through her body. The world spun in a dizzying blur. Darkness swallowed her whole world.

**

A low, rhythmic beeping pulled Eleanor from the void of unconsciousness. Her eyelids fluttered, the dim glow of fluorescent light stabbing through the haze. A dull throbbing coursed through her body; her limbs heavy as stone.

As her vision slightly adjusted, her gaze landed on a bizarre sight... a woman seated nearby, scrolling through a phone. But it wasn't the woman's presence that made Eleanor's breath hitch.

It was her face.

Or rather, the animalistic muzzle covered in short, russet fur. Large, pointed ears twitched above her head, glasses perched neatly on her narrow snout. A fox's head on a human body.

Panic flared in Eleanor's chest. Her sluggish mind barely managed to string together a thought. "Am I in hell? Is this some kind of nightmare?" she thought.

after death..." she muttered weakly; her voice hoarse. A heavy sigh escaped her lips

features, turned her head as Eleanor's faint words reached

chair, she moved to the bedside, checking the young

infirmary," she instructed. "She regained

deep male voice responded immediately, "I'll be there in two

word, Ethan Raynor arrived swiftly, his gaze landing on the unconscious form of Eleanor

out again?"

she saw me in

out a low sigh. "That... makes

reassured him. "She'll wake up soon. When she does, you'll need to explain everything to her. She has a choice to make, and I can delay it only until

hesitated, then asked, "Did you

to here, there's no trace of her escape. If I hadn't recognized

she was running away from something. She hasn't eaten properly in at least two or three days. She had cash and jewelry on her, but no phone or personal device. That tells

why I made sure the police wouldn't be able to trace her. I also asked Uncle Xavier to remove her

done." Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she added, "Now, it's your time to shine. Help her through this, and who knows..."

turned bright red. "Mom! Seriously, just go. I'll

Selene left the room, leaving

softening as he looked at her pale face. His mind

fallen for her

she already had a boyfriend from

on her. He knew of her recent struggles. He wanted to help her but never dared to interfere... until now. Fate

first. Then she saw him—the same black

approached him, but he politely turned them down, always saying he believed in traditional marriage and that anyone interested should contact his parents. Though he rarely smiled, everyone knew he

here?" Her

forward. "No, you're awake.

But then something clicked in her mind, and she stiffened. "Wait. How long was I unconscious? Why are you at the hospital?" She tried to sit up,