Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 156: The Greymoore Elders

The king’s sudden order had a vastly different impact on the independent and vassal werewolf clans. In the past, their young warriors had to work under the ten great clans or enlist in the military to have even a slight chance of entering the Trial of Yggdrasil. Some wealthy independent clans resorted to buying slots for their most promising youths.

But this time, the king’s directive changed everything.

He directly tasked the Arbiter Clan with organizing a grand competition to select the ten strongest warriors among all eligible werewolf youths. Following the command, the Arbiter Clan issued a worldwide announcement: all werewolves under the age of one hundred were invited to participate in the preliminary selection round, to be held in the coliseum at Lunergarde during the first ten days of the following month.

Entry required only a fee of 10,000 dollars.

The rules were simple. Each participant would face off in a one-on-one duel against a newly developed robotic warrior. Victory meant immediate advancement to the second round, which would begin on the 11th.

These robotic warriors had been developed under the supervision of the Lychos Clan, in collaboration with various werewolf scientists. The king intended for this robot army to serve under his direct command in the future. Though rumours of these machines had circulated for years, this would be their first appearance in public. The competition served two purposes: to help in the selection process... and to conduct a real-time field test of the robot warriors. The data gathered would be used to improve future models.

No one truly knew the robots’ combat capabilities. Yet countless young fighters around the globe were ecstatic. Many believed they could triumph and earn their place in the Trial. Even those uncertain of final victory saw value in the challenge... an opportunity to test their abilities and gain recognition. The entire werewolf world began preparing in a state of excited anticipation.

Meanwhile, the army under the Warlord Clan received a separate order. Ten of their strongest members under one hundred years of age would also be granted a place in the Trial. The news came as no surprise... joining the army had always been a viable path to ascension. Unlike the open competitions, internal selection within the army was straightforward; power rankings were already well known. Identifying the top ten was merely a formality.

While the global werewolf community buzzed with enthusiasm, the Greymoore Clan was in disarray.

The recent Stockport Scandal had shaken the very foundation of their thousand-year political legacy. In a single stroke, many of their longstanding allies... powerful political families... were exposed for corruption and criminal activities. Their downfall was swift, and chances for a comeback in the near future were bleak.

Though the Greymoore Clan still retained a few supporters in the House of Commons and Lords, their key figures were gone. Despite having investments in multiple industries, their primary business had always been construction, heavily reliant on government contracts... contracts that were often secured through their political influence.

The impact of their recent losses had already begun to show. In the last few weeks alone, they had lost several major government tenders... contracts they would have easily secured in the past. The clan members, already demoralized after the humiliating duel defeat, grew increasingly restless. As their frustrations mounted, they demanded the Elders come out of seclusion to address the crisis.

heard of the unrest, his fury was immediate. He summoned

within the woods of East Sheen Common, in the London Borough of Richmond. Unlike the Raynor Clan, where a single matriarch or patriarch held central authority, the Greymoore Clan was ruled by its Elder Council. Only those who had lived more than five hundred years and held prominent roles in the clan’s history could become Elders. The Grand Elder wielded ultimate authority and had the power to appoint the acting clan leader, whom they called patriarch or matriarch. While the council mostly lived in

time

gazes of those seated before him. Seven imposing old men and two elderly women sat in a semicircle of high-backed chairs. Though one chair was reserved

sternly, "don’t just stand there. You know why we’re here. Tell us everything... from the

his dry throat,

aggressive expansion into the construction industry. He began in Manchester. Within just five years, he dominated that market, then expanded into Trafford, Salford, Oldham, and Rochdale. The real

at the Elders. "You all know the Browns of Stockport. We’ve supported them for centuries. They were both a business and political powerhouse in that region. But then, Ethan met with Stockport’s mayor and began efforts to replace Oliver Brown as MP. I knew a conflict was brewing.

always been diplomatic. She’s even ceded business opportunities to smaller clans in the past. It was just a small territory. I’ve worked with her myself... many times.

proposed a duel between Lucian and Ethan to settle things decisively. Everyone knew Ethan was considered

"Lucian had already awakened our bloodline powers. He believed the duel would be easy. Besides, the Raynor Clan didn’t seem to have another Alpha of suitable age to stand for Ethan. He assumed either Ethan would lose... or he’d forfeit the

gauging the

Leroux Clan offered ten million pounds to go along with their plan. I declined again. That’s when they offered something else... an advanced body-strengthening technique from the Fenroth Clan, designed to complement our Earth-based abilities. Plus,

Ethan couldn’t win. I also never imagined they would retaliate by attacking our entire

loudly, his voice like thunder in

forgotten what happened in North America? The Leroux Clan killed fifteen Raynor members. In

his eyes burning with

you... you let them use my clan as a pawn for some petty gains. Can’t you see? They used you to distract the Raynors while they pursued something else. And you took the bait... for a

always loved him like his own. Seeing the once-proud young man brought so low softened

you even know what the Leroux

I’ve heard some things. A Chinese-British family with known ties to the Leroux recently