Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 115: Inside the Pocket Dimension

Freya instantly liked the old man. Edward Miller had unknowingly earned a place in her good graces with a simple compliment... telling her she looked like her mother. Freya adored Eleanor. She admired everything about her, from her warm smile to her bravery. To Freya, her mother wasn’t just a parent... she was a superhero. Being compared to her in any way instantly won her over.

Seeing the little girl’s bright smile, Edward’s affection for her deepened. There was something pure and radiant about her that reminded him of a gentler time.

"Young lady," Edward said with a kindly tone, "may I invite you to meet my granddaughter sometime?"

Eleanor quickly stepped in before Freya could answer. "I didn’t know your granddaughter was here, Mr. Miller. Unfortunately, we have some important matters to take care of today. But we’ll definitely visit her next time."

At that moment, the elevator dinged, arriving at their floor. Eleanor and Freya smiled and bid Edward farewell before stepping inside. As the elevator doors closed, Edward stood in the hallway for a moment, watching them leave with a fond smile. Then, with a shake of his head, he turned and headed upstairs to his office. He, too, had work to finish.

***

In the pocket dimension of the Raynor Clan, a place suspended beyond time and space, Ethan was immersed in rigorous training under the watchful eyes of Elder Bedivere Raynor.

Sweat trickled down his temples, soaking his collar. His breaths came in short, sharp bursts. Each movement, each swing of his sword, was precise yet strained. But he didn’t stop. Not even for a second.

The upcoming duel was more than a challenge. It was an opportunity... a moment to prove himself to the world, to the clan, and perhaps, most importantly, to her.

Since Eleanor’s bloodline awakening, she had become something extraordinary, transcending the limits towards impossible. She had soared ahead of him in strength and status. Though he never said it aloud, a part of Ethan felt he had to catch up.... not just as her pursuer, but as a man who once saw himself as her protector. That role had somewhat shifted after her awakening.

he was worthy to stand

harder, faster, pushing his limits. He had already decided that after the duel, he would seek permission

mother’s residence. As she entered the elegant garden courtyard where Oswyn Elizabeth Raynor meditating, her

you here at this hour?" Oswyn asked, setting aside

deep breath, her expression serious. "Mother, something urgent has

immediately, sensing the gravity in

has called an emergency council meeting," Fiona said. "It’s scheduled for 12 GMT tomorrow. All council members are expected to

slightly. "That’s unusual. Did

only oddity is that the priest was already at Brontes Island before the summons went out. And then, I heard something else... the entire Lychos Clan

paused, her voice lower now. "But there’s no sign of global tension. Nothing has happened

explanation is internal. Something’s changed within the

But the Royal Palace has shown

"His Highness Erevan has ruled over the werewolves for nearly thirty years. No one has dared to challenge his position in all

in the eye. "The King of Werewolves has finally

king is...

so long afterward. That old bastard was tougher than granite. But if Erevan is summoning the council and the priest is present, then

a king, there is no heir apparent. Erevan will need to be formally declared king

trembled slightly. "Then... what should

throw some money to arrange global prayer ceremonies during the next