Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 114: A Seer’s Fear

After a brief pause, Sarika said solemnly, "Before we announce anything to the world, we should first convene a council meeting and decide collectively. This is a matter of great importance. I believe the council has the right to hear it before anyone else. We can make a public declaration after the meeting concludes."

Erevan nodded. "I agree with you. Then I shall call an emergency council meeting for tomorrow at 12 GMT."

Sarika gave a small approving smile. "That would be best for everyone. No matter where they are, all members should be able to attend by that time."

Without hesitation, Erevan picked up his phone and dialed his secretary. "Call an emergency council meeting tomorrow at 12 GMT. It’s mandatory... everyone must be present," he said firmly, then ended the call.

After setting down the phone, he looked at the priest, who was sitting calmly, her face serene, unaffected by the storm brewing around them. A sigh escaped his lips as he regarded her peaceful demeanor.

"How can you be so carefree all the time?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and admiration.

Sarika’s gaze remained steady. "It’s a matter of choice, Your Highness. What has already happened is out of our hands. What will happen is inevitable. The only thing we can control is how we face it. Fate is a cruel and indifferent force. No matter how much we try, we cannot escape it. And believe me, I’ve tried."

She looked into the distance, her expression shadowed by old pain. After a short pause, she continued, her voice soft and reflective. "Many years ago, I had a vision of my son being buried alive under a landslide in the other world, during a battle with an earth elemental. Desperate to save him, I forbade him from going to the other world."

Her eyes dimmed with sorrow. "Then, one day, I fell ill and needed a rare herb to concoct a healing pill. My son volunteered to travel to the Himalayas to find it, accompanied by several of our clansmen. They never returned. An earthquake struck the region and caused a massive landslide. All of them perished."

rolled down her cheek. "In my vision, only my son had died. But by trying to prevent his fate, I inadvertently caused the deaths of several others. I altered

barely above a whisper now. "You are the first person I’ve ever told about that tragedy. You lost your father in an event you couldn’t control. But I lost my son because I tried to fight fate. In my vision, he was buried, not confirmed dead. He might’ve survived, which I don’t

heavy silence. Both of them stared at the throne room doors, lost in thoughts of

prepare before the council meeting. According to our traditions, if a reigning king dies while still on the throne, the werewolf clans

her eyes toward him. "Since we won’t be making the news public until tomorrow’s meeting, I suggest we place our forces on standby. We must be ready. Otherwise, a power vacuum

during tomorrow’s meeting. You have already been fulfilling royal duties for the past thirty years, in everything but title. It won’t feel different to us, but it will show strength and stability

"And how do

you as king, and the rest must unanimously support the motion. Unlike other council matters,

throne, his

Sarika. "I need some rest. Thank you for your time and your

a hand over her chest and bowing respectfully. "It

Erevan left the throne room, Sarika also stepped outside. Her

bow. "Reverend, the young miss of the Raynor Clan called earlier. She requested

tilted her head, surprised. "Did she mention

secretary replied. "She simply said she needed to speak with you and that she got my number from her

Greece for two more days before returning to India. Arrange a meeting and ask her to visit my temple. Among all the next clan heads, she’s the only

wish, Reverend," he said. "Shall we