Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Happy Cooperation

The Gulfstream G650 touched down at Maiduguri International Airport at 3:50 PM local time, twenty minutes behind schedule. The afternoon sun bathed the tarmac in a golden glow, casting long shadows from the aircraft as it taxied to a stop.

As Eleanor descended from the aircraft, she pulled out her phone to contact her Bultungin Clan liaison. But before she could dial, two sharply dressed men in charcoal-grey suits and classic red ties approached with confident strides. They halted a few steps away, bowed politely, and greeted her.

"Welcome, Miss Raynor. Welcome to Nigeria."

Eleanor responded with equal respect. Placing her palm over her chest, she gave a slight bow... a traditional Werewolf custom when meeting influential elders or leaders.

"Thank you," she said warmly. "I hope my visit isn’t causing any inconvenience."

Both men chuckled lightly.

"Not at all," one of them said. "I am Edem Kachalla."

"And I am Taiwo Kachalla," added the other.

Eleanor nodded. "It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I am Eleanor Raynor."

Edem gestured toward a nearby helicopter, its blades spinning slowly as the engine idled. "Then let’s not waste time. Our Clan Head is waiting for you. That’s our ride."

She followed their lead toward the chopper, her expression calm but observant. Edem, walking slightly ahead, glanced back. "Aren’t your guards accompanying you?"

Eleanor offered a faint smile. "I’m fine. Let’s not keep your Clan Head waiting."

exchanged a glance but said nothing more as they led

lush greenery surrounding a grand palace immediately caught her attention. The air was thick with the scent of moisture and exotic flowers. She glanced around... judging by the treetop level and the breeze,

Miss Raynor," Edem said, beckoning

palace. As soon as she stepped inside, her breath caught. The main hall

floor shimmered beneath her feet, the surface inlaid with intricate

black marble dais, its frame sparkling with diamonds

over his shoulders. His icy blue eyes watched her calmly. He wore a wide, sleeveless

clan leader and

her bowed from a respectful distance and stepped away, leaving Eleanor alone before the dais. She walked forward confidently, stopping about twenty feet from the throne. Again, she placed

pays respect to

nod. His deep voice resonated through the hall.

she thought, sneaking a glance at the extravagance around her. "If this is humble, what does luxury look

herself, she replied with practiced politeness. "Thank you, Elder. It’s an honour to

her middle name. It didn’t surprise her. Someone of his influence likely

throne. He was tall... easily over six feet... and though age had lined his face, there was a commanding sharpness in

that only flows one way. In our youth, we leap into it headfirst... drunk with the thrill of the

the world with fire in our veins. We believe time is loyal... stretching endlessly before us like a golden road. That is the curse of the long-lived...

doesn’t strike like a storm. It seeps... slowly, silently. It does not rob your strength, but your urgency. One day, you wake up and centuries are behind you. The

paused at the final step, looking directly at Eleanor. "When I was like you, I believed a thousand years meant a thousand chances. Now I know it just gives

wasn’t sure what message lay behind

for your

her for a moment,

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