Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 129

Chapter 129: The Spirits of Werewolves

A gentle ripple passed through the pond. The lilies swayed, though no wind touched them. For a moment, the entire garden shimmered faintly, as if acknowledging Eleanor’s presence and her solemn prayer.

Eleanor felt a surge of unfamiliar energy entering her body, spreading through every cell with a tingling warmth. It was not overwhelming, but invigorating... as though every fiber of her being had been awakened. She felt energized, cleansed, as if she had just awakened from a long, fulfilling sleep and bathed under sunlight. Her eyes closed instinctively, and she drew in a deep, calming breath, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Sarika stood in complete silence, watching the scene unfold. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly in satisfaction.

"The ancestors have accepted her," she thought with awe. "There’s no mistake... she carries the blood of Elizabeth Raynor."

Just as Sarika reached this conclusion, her eyes widened in disbelief. From the sacred ground around the pond, countless translucent, spectral forms began to rise. Illusory werewolves, aglow with an ancient aura, emerged in silence, their ghostly figures illuminated in the shimmering garden light. One by one, they turned toward Eleanor and shifted into human form... men and women of regal bearing, each etched with timeless strength.

Then, silently, they dropped to one knee in unison, facing Eleanor with reverence.

Sarika’s breath caught in her throat. "This... this is the selection of a king!"

Only two of the spirits remained standing. One was a tall, commanding male figure wearing a illusory crown, Erymanthus Brontes Lychos, the ancient king of the werewolves. Beside him stood a woman of radiant grace and unearthly beauty... Elizabeth Raynor, the ancestor of the Raynor Clan. The two walked past the kneeling specters without hesitation and stood before the oblivious Eleanor.

Eleanor, eyes still closed and mind adrift in the energy flowing through her, remained unaware of the spiritual congregation around her. Even if she had opened her eyes, she would not have seen them... only those attuned to the spirit realm could witness this miracle.

Sarika, as the Priestess of the Werewolves, possessed this rare ability. In the entire Harivamsa Clan, only three others shared some fraction of her attunement.

As Sarika watched, her heart pounding in awe, King Erymanthus and Elizabeth Raynor raised their hands in perfect synchronicity and gently placed them atop Eleanor’s head. Light flowed from their palms in luminous streams.

Moments later, they retracted their hands, and above Eleanor’s head, a shimmering illusory crown appeared. It hovered there, glowing with a subtle brilliance. Then, both spirits stepped back and began to dissolve, their forms fading like mist into the earth. The other ancestral spirits followed, vanishing silently from their kneeling positions into the sacred soil.

Eleanor, standing alone in the center of this majestic rite, felt an unseen pressure descend upon her. It was as if a mountain of invisible force weighed down on her shoulders. Her knees buckled slightly, and her eyes opened in alarm.

She tried to stand her ground, gritting her teeth, willing her body to remain upright. But the pressure was too immense... too ancient and absolute. After a few seconds of resistance, her strength gave out, and she collapsed gently onto the grass.


Sarika snapped out of her stunned silence. She rushed forward and knelt beside Eleanor, placing her hand over the young woman’s heart. After confirming that she was breathing steadily and her pulse was normal, she let out a soft sigh of relief.

Helping Eleanor lay more comfortably on the soft grass, Sarika sat beside her, her mind spinning with questions and revelations.

ancestors. Not just accepted... but

is clear. The Raynor Clan must be sure... there’s no way they’d name her their Young Miss

and participated in the coronation ritual. That

furrowed

this mean the Raynor Clan is destined to be the next royal clan? That the ancestor of Lychos Clan has passed the crown to

of the Lychos Clan

crashing like waves. Her thoughts raced until one

be...?" She whispered to herself. "Yes. That might

She knelt once again beside Eleanor and gently reopened the tiny wound on her finger... the same one Eleanor

the jade bottle, sealed it tightly, and placed it back into

with practiced ease, she chanted a soft incantation and placed her palm over the wound.


of drawn runes, she opened a dimensional door... its edges shimmering with spiritual

unconscious form. Her eyes widened in worry,

to the bed in the corner of the room and gently laid

turned to Rashmika, her tone calm but

this moment forward, Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor will be treated with the respect like an Elder of our clan. She is not to be hindered in any way, and all her missions shall

blinked in surprise, then bowed deeply.

"This information must remain sealed within the clan. No one else is

Reverend One. I will see it done,"

the girl’s forehead and murmured an incantation. A soft glow spread from her fingertips, wrapping Eleanor in a faint

stepped back through the dimensional door. It shimmered once, then

moments later,

there was a strange warmth inside her... a lingering sense of calm and power. Though most of the memory was fuzzy, fragments remained like scenes

woman looked like Elizabeth Raynor was


up slowly, she realized she was back in the familiar room from which she had entered the ancient temple. She turned and saw Rashmika standing not far away, watching her with a curious

ancient

Reverend One brought you here after

she now? I need to speak with her," Eleanor said urgently,

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