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."

said

was thick with the scent of moisture and exotic flowers. She glanced around... judging by the treetop level and the breeze, they were

way, Miss Raynor," Edem said, beckoning her

she stepped inside, her breath caught. The main hall was

shimmered beneath her feet, the surface inlaid with intricate patterns made of crystals. A dozen crystal chandeliers hung above,

the far end, a golden throne rested atop a black marble dais, its frame sparkling with diamonds beneath a velvet covering embroidered with

on the throne was an old man with long grey hair draped over his shoulders. His icy blue eyes watched her calmly. He wore a wide, sleeveless white gown

like a clan leader

She walked forward confidently, stopping

Raynor pays respect to

resonated through the hall. "Eleanor

glance at the extravagance around her.

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

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

age had lined his face, there was a commanding sharpness in his

one way. In our youth, we leap into it headfirst... drunk with the thrill of the current, convinced we can ride it forever. We wage wars, chase dreams, build empires...

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... We think we

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 empires you built are dust, and

a thousand years meant

wasn’t sure what message lay behind his words. But

your

moment, then gave

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