Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 128: Blessed by the Moon Goddess

Tara Harivamsa clasped her hands in front of her chest, bowed her head respectfully to the priestess, and said, "Lady Rashmika, sorry to bother you. This is Miss Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, the Young Miss of the Ambassador Clan. The Reverend One is expecting her. I was asked to bring her to you."

"Okay. Thank you, Apprentice Tara Harivamsa. You may leave now," Rashmika replied with a small nod.

As Tara turned to exit the room, Rashmika called out, "Wait."

She then turned her attention to Eleanor and said, "Miss Raynor, may I ask that your companions wait outside for a moment? Tara will accompany them while you have your meeting."

Although slightly surprised, Eleanor didn’t let it show on her face. With a calm tone, she said, "Of course. You two, please wait with Miss Tara for the time being."

From Eleanor’s shadow, two figures silently emerged... Sebastian and Isadora. She hadn’t brought Maya with her; Maya had been left behind to attend to other matters. Both members of Eleanor’s shadow team bowed respectfully before stepping toward Tara, who was visibly shocked. She had accompanied Eleanor the entire time yet hadn’t sensed either of them.

Rashmika turned to Tara and said gently, "You may wait outside now. Miss Raynor will join you shortly."

The three of them exited and once the room was quiet, Rashmika turned to Eleanor with a composed expression. "Miss Raynor, please remain steady. I’m going to open a dimensional door."

"All right," Eleanor replied, intrigued. This was the first time she would witness dimensional magic in action.

Rashmika took out a small, lustrous magic stone. Holding it like a quill, she began to draw intricate circular runes in the air while chanting a soft incantation under her breath. The air shimmered, and one by one, six exquisite golden runes formed, glowing with such brilliance that the entire room lit up like high noon.

With precise movements, Rashmika reached out and pulled a rune to the center as though it were tangible, then another, stacking it over the previous. She repeated the process until all six runes had merged into a single radiant point. The golden light began to shift, softening into a soothing silver glow. Then, where the runes had floated, a doorway appeared... tall and graceful, revealing a vision of a garden bursting with life beyond its threshold.

"Miss Raynor," Rashmika said with a small bow, "please enter. The Reverend One is waiting for you."

"Thank you," Eleanor said, stepping forward without hesitation.

As Eleanor crossed the threshold into another dimension, her senses were immediately embraced by the intertwine perfume of flowers. The air shimmered with scents... sweet jasmine, earthy marigold, and the rich fragrance of roses and hibiscus mingled together like nature’s own incense. Bougainvillea vines fluttered on a gentle breeze, their papery magenta bracts dancing like butterflies.

a ridge. Stone paths, inlaid with intricate pebble mosaics, curved between beds of golden sunflowers and Parijat trees, whose delicate white blossoms blanketed the ground like fallen stardust. The

Dragonflies hovered above the water, their wings shimmering like fragments of crystal. Palash trees, ablaze with orange-red flowers, framed the eastern edge of the garden. Their twisting branches cast patterns of light and shadow across the grass like sacred art drawn by

grounding and sacred. In the distance, a small

Everything here felt divine.

wheels turned gently in the breeze, their golden rims etched with mantras. Delicate terracotta bells, strung from branches of ancient peepal trees, chimed softly, as if greeting her in reverence. Birds flitted from tree to tree... sunbirds, hoopoes, magpies, parrots... and even a regal peacock dragging

of augean stables. This place did not feel made by human hands. It felt like the

ridge, each step quiet and deliberate. The earth beneath her feet felt softer here, as though the

the crest of the slope, bathed in golden

Priest of

each fold catching the sun, each shimmer a whisper from the heavens. The robe which is called saree clung to nothing and yet revealed

braid tied with a silver thread. Her eyes... dark, still, and impossibly wise... looked

that held her still... it was reverence. A force that made her lungs hesitate, her steps slower, her heart thrum

sing... they offered praises.

light. She had seen powerful people, magical beings, and divine descendants in her life. But this was the first time she felt like a child standing before the mother

priestess, carried a presence so profound it could bring hardened generals to their knees

world did

felt humbled to her core. Her years of calculated planning, carefully constructed strategies, and the composed image she wore like armor... all of it felt insubstantial. It was as if her accomplishments were whispers in the presence of a sacred song. Her

barely more than a whisper within her own

not just respected... she’s

breath to steady herself, Eleanor took another step

flicker of recognition passed through her expression.

will shake the world in

clan must never provoke her... not

thought, she weighed her words with care.