Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 147: Bad News

Erevan Brontes Lychos stood before an archway made entirely of living vines. Its structure pulsed with life, its thick green cords braided into an elegant curve. Small, multicolored flowers blossomed from it, swaying gently even in the absence of wind, exuding a soft floral scent that made the entire passage feel dreamlike... an otherworldly threshold between realms.

He paused briefly, awed despite having seen this place before. This was the entrance to the Inner Circle of Yggdrasil, the sacred core where the world tree anchored its roots deep into the Earth’s soul.

This was his fourth time passing through.

The first had been during his youth, led by his father Damon Brontes Lychos, who had brought him here to be introduced as the heir apparent. It was a solemn rite, one he remembered vividly.

The second was for his Ascendant Trial... the trial that allowed an awakened to step into ascendance, gaining greater power and build spiritual core inside the body.

The third visit had been purely for training purposes, seeking opportunities in the other world for advancement of ascendant level.

But today was different.

Today, Erevan was not a crown prince or a heir apparent.

He came as the King of Werewolves... not yet crowned in ceremony, but already reigning in power. His rule, though recent, had already begun and spread throughout the supernatural world.

He instructed his entourage to wait outside the boundary and walked forward alone. As he passed through the vine-gate, a subtle shimmer wrapped around him, and the air grew warmer, richer. The bustling life of the outer realm faded behind him.

Fairies flitted past... radiant beings with transparent wings like large dragonflies and halos of light over their brows. Some carried scrolls. Others swept pollen across floating blossoms, or gathered dew into crystal flasks. None paid Erevan any attention, for they knew none could enter this sacred ground without Yggdrasil’s permission. If he stood here, it was because the world tree allowed it.

Then, a voice echoed... not through his ears, but within his mind.

"Erevan Brontes Lychos, son of Damon Brontes Lychos. King of Werewolves. Close your eyes, and walk forward."

It was Yggdrasil who communicated through mind. The ancient voice was serene yet immense, like the deep hum of the cosmos.

Erevan obeyed. He closed his eyes and moved forward step by step. The ground under his feet felt soft and warm, like moss kissed by starlight. A sense of timelessness overcame him... he no longer felt his heartbeat, nor the weight of his limbs.

Then the voice returned.

"Stop. Open your eyes."

around in awe. Before him stood the colossal trunk of Yggdrasil. Its bark shimmered like gold-veined mahogany, and its roots pulsed with the colors of life: blue, green, gold, and white. The branches high above disappeared into clouds of starlight, where they were emitting

bowed in respect, his voice steady and

thank you for granting

such formality, King of Werewolves," the tree replied through their

and reached for a vine that came down from above branches and glowed with gentle white light. As he touched

no longer stood in the grove...

would merge with his memories. It was more than communication... it was communion. The

Then, the voice returned.

on finding your daughter! With the inheritance of your strong bloodline, she

Erevan responded,

hundred slots at once is bold... and logical, given the urgency of your heart. However, it comes with a great cost. If some exceptional talents are born in the

thought that far. His excitement had

right. I should have considered the

I was already preparing to summon the races to send their young elites for trials. I’ve informed the dragons. There were some unforeseen events in Molgrath, the skeleton armies have been attacking relentlessly. The dwarves are struggling against them and asked for reinforcement.

trials are more than just preparation?" Erevan asked. "They’re a

overwhelm any region. The enemy doesn’t rest. Nor do they fear death. We need to send ascendant

accompany this newly emerging generation of ascendants to Molgrath, it would be a mutually beneficial arrangement. The older ascendants might finally have the

a large number of ascendants

last few centuries was negligible. I still possess more than enough energy to facilitate the teleportation and oversee the

brief pause, Yggdrasil added, "You may send eighty of your most promising young werewolves for the trial. The dragons will inform the other races shortly. You should begin

head respectfully. "Thank you

the inner circle through the living archway, his companions were waiting along with the two dragons brought them

has been arranged in a villa near the business district. Tomorrow, there will be an auction featuring several valuable items. We would be honored if you would

attend the auction. It would be helpful if you could arrange tickets for me and my companions

will deliver your passes to the villa. If there is anything else you require, do not hesitate to inform the guards stationed there. They