Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

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 nothing

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, they were on elevated land, likely a hill flattened to accommodate

way, Miss Raynor," Edem

stepped inside, her breath caught. The main hall was a stunning

marble floor shimmered beneath her feet, the surface inlaid with

a black marble dais, its

blue eyes watched her calmly. He wore a wide, sleeveless white gown embroidered with metallic thread made of real

less like a clan leader and more like a king of

from a respectful distance and stepped away, leaving Eleanor alone before the dais. She walked forward confidently, stopping about twenty feet

Eleanor Raynor pays respect to Clan Head

resonated through the hall. "Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, I am Ooduwa Bultungin Kachalla. Welcome to my humble

suppressed a chuckle. "Humble?" she thought, sneaking a glance at the

politeness. "Thank you, Elder. It’s an honour to meet

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

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

it headfirst... drunk with the thrill of the current, convinced we can ride it forever. We wage wars, chase dreams, build empires... all while believing the sun will

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

your strength, but your urgency. One day, you

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 me more

lay behind his words. But for now,

for your wisdom," she

her for a moment, then gave a short