Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 143: Traveling to Svalbard

When Louis Turner voiced his concerns to Brian, the American advised him to speak directly to Earl Walter Langford. "If you’re serious, let the Earl know. Eleanor must’ve planned something already," Brian said confidently.

Louis did as advised. Walter, unsure how to respond, contacted Teresa for guidance. Teresa, in turn, consulted Juliette Blanc. After a brief discussion, Teresa called Louis back and gave him precise instructions: go to London and meet with the chairman of the opposition party to formally request a transfer.

To Louis’s astonishment, not only was he welcomed at the party headquarters, but the chairman himself organized a small welcoming ceremony. The photos from that event made their way into local news outlets, quietly spreading the event of his joining to the opposition party in political section.

Shortly afterward, Louis was invited to meet the opposition leader of the parliament, Baron Anthony Hayward Chapman. After a brief but decisive meeting, the Baron personally assured Louis that he would receive the party nomination for the Birmingham constituency in the upcoming national election.

The entire process was seamless... almost surreal. No resistance, no controversy, just quiet doors opening one after another.

Back in Birmingham, Louis shared his whirlwind experience with Brian immediately.

Brian simply grinned. "This is the opportunity I told you about back then. Remember?"

Louis thought back to that day... the day when a panicked Brian couldn’t leave the kingdom and had come face-to-face with a mysterious man in black. So much had changed since then. He looked at Brian with a sense of gratitude and respect.

Suddenly, without warning, Louis embraced him and said, "Thank you... for everything."

Brian laughed, patting him on the back. "Just don’t forget who pointed you to the rising tide."

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On Brontes Island, Erevan Brontes Lychos... the King of Werewolves, sat in silence, staring at his computer screen with a deep frown. A feeling of dejection weighed heavily on his chest. For the past few days, he had resisted the urge, but today, the longing had become unbearable. He wanted to see his daughter’s photo... anything recent, even the faintest sign of her in the world.

a single portrait of her gifted by Sarika, he had memorized every detail on that canvas: the curve of her smile, the shade of her eyes, the glint of intelligence and elegance that defined her. But it wasn’t enough. Hoping to find something new, he searched

mentions, no online records. It

Raynor Clan be?" he muttered bitterly. "They must love her dearly to go

key error. It wasn’t the Raynor Clan who had done this. Eleanor herself had removed all trace of her identity from public records. She didn’t want

curious, Erevan called his secretary and requested detailed profiles of the Young Masters and Young Misses from the Ten Great Clans. If he requested the files as a whole, no one would suspect that he was solely interested in

way," he thought, "no one will guess my true motive. Eleanor will be left out

handed him a neatly bound file. After the man

parents or her early life. The report began only from the day of her turning. It stated that Eleanor had been involved in an accident while pregnant. Ethan Raynor, a close friend, had turned her into a werewolf to save both her and the child. Strangely, during the transformation, she

Moreover, the Elizabeth bloodline had nearly vanished. Aside from Fiona Elizabeth Raynor, there were no active members. With Eleanor’s awakening, the Raynors were

giving birth, receiving rigorous training under several elders. Her bond with Ethan Raynor was unclear...neither romantic nor platonic, but the child called Ethan

two years, they trained, explored, and laid the groundwork for Eleanor’s future. She later moved to the United States and ventured into the tech sector. Within a short span, she

under

Included a few rare photographs. Erevan smiled as he examined them, cherishing the new images of his daughter. He stared at each one with longing, tracing

the profiles of the other nine heirs. They were talented in their own right, each with detailed records of their upbringing, training, and

sparked in

his phone and dialed

a way to send Eleanor to the Yggdrasil trial,"

Sarika paused. "You’re serious?"

in the supernatural world, it’s time we act. Merfolk have resumed sea raids like in the age of piracy. In the last two years, they’ve clashed with vampires multiple

we are allotted 100 slots for the Yggdrasil Trial every five years. We haven’t used any in the

to force the five Young Masters into the trial?"

Clan and simply include the Young Masters among