Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 50: The Real Power

In the quiet woods, a small, adorable wolf pup was laughing and darting after fireflies near the riverbank. Her joyful giggles echoed through the serene forest, making the trees feel livelier than ever. A larger wolf followed closely behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings with calculated precision. Though the area was protected by law and belonged to their family, and humans rarely ventured this deep into the woods, adventure-seekers sometimes lost their way... or found more than they bargained for.

There was also the unspoken threat of other werewolves... those who knew exactly who lived here and might not always come with good intentions. Though guards had been stationed to watch over the forest, the large wolf couldn’t help her instincts. She would protect this little pup with all her might.

"Great Grandma, this is the first time in years I’ve been able to transform into my original form. I’m so happy!" Freya exclaimed, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

"Don’t you transform when you’re alone?" Fiona asked in surprise.

Freya shook her head, "No. Mommy said we should never shift into wolf form while living among humans."

Fiona nodded, a tinge of pride and sadness in her expression. "She’s right to be cautious. Humans fear what they don’t understand. If they knew what you truly are, they might stay away from you... or worse, try to hurt you and your mommy."

Freya tilted her little head in confusion. "But why? Is it wrong to be a werewolf?"

Fiona smiled gently. "No, sweetheart. It’s not wrong. Being a werewolf, or a vampire, or even a human... none of that is wrong. They’re just different kinds of intelligent beings. The real problem is the ’fear of the unknown.’ That fear is the strongest force behind most of the terrible things people do. When someone doesn’t understand something, they become afraid... and when people are afraid, they sometimes try to destroy what scares them."

Freya looked thoughtful. "So... if I don’t know something, I should be scared of it too?"

Fiona chuckled, stepping closer to nuzzle her. "No, little one. You’re a Raynor. Raynors don’t fear the unknown. We study it. We observe, analyze, and learn until it’s no longer unknown. That’s the Raynor way. You should be cautious, yes... but fear should never stop you. Understanding removes fear."

"But how do I understand something I know nothing about?" Freya asked, her curious eyes shining under the moonlight.

"In your case, you ask your mommy or me," Fiona said, patting her head with her paw. "You read books, you ask questions, and you keep exploring. The more you learn, the less mystery remains in your world. Remember this always: knowledge is the real power."

blinked. "But Daddy said real power is in

heartily. "Oh? So Daddy’s been training

Daddy’s been teaching me all kinds of cool

as Freya began demonstrating a series of playful punches

of power. Physical strength is important... especially for werewolves. Your daddy wants you to be strong enough to protect yourself and your mommy.

First you said knowledge is the real power, then fists are power. Which

the eyes. "Sweetheart, both are true. But let me explain

companies,"

AI friend just for you. Could your father have done that with all his strength? No. But your mommy can

your mommy learned more, your AI friend got better. Smarter. More helpful. That’s the power of knowledge... it grows, it builds, and it lasts longer than any punch. Now, think differently. If you have knowledge about your opponent,

about someone, like a vampire’s powers or weaknesses, I’ll be better at

grinned. "With knowledge, you don’t just react... you predict, you

understand now. Knowledge helps

Fiona said proudly. "Now, tell me...

land and brought me to the US, we traveled during the full moons. We went to Truchas, Lost River Valley, Methow Valley, Cumberland Island, Lake Crescent, Chimney Rock, the

raised an eyebrow. "So you didn’t have trouble with the full

anymore," Freya said proudly. "Now that I’m stronger, I can stay in my human

impressive. It’s rare for a child your age to resist the pull of the moon. Our

beamed at

"You’re starting school

know how to read, write, code, and play games. Why do I have to sit in a classroom full of babies who don’t

friends, meet other werewolf children, and

them?" Freya asked in a small voice. "Humans might run away. And I don’t even know