Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 209: Endless White

The Svalbard Airport stood like a quiet sentinel at the edge of the Arctic, where the mountains leaned close to the sea and the wind carried the taste of salt and ice. Its runway stretched in a dark, unwavering line across ground that never truly thawed, reinforced by gravel and insulation against the restless shift of permafrost beneath. On one side, the fjord lay still, a sheet of steel-blue water that mirrored the sky in summer and froze into pale glass in the long winter. On the other, mountains rose abruptly, their slopes draped in snow that glowed with a pale fire in the endless twilight.

Eleanor descended the steps of her Gulfstream, the metal still humming faintly with the memory of flight. Her boots struck the tarmac with a muted echo, instantly swallowed by the vastness around her. The air was so sharp it stung, filling her lungs with a precision she had never known elsewhere. She paused at the base of the stairs, her gaze sweeping across the fjord where water shivered with silver under the reluctant sun. For a moment, she felt as though she stood at the edge of the world... and perhaps she did.

The mountains loomed like sentinels of stone and snow, dwarfing the airport and making the jet behind her seem like nothing more than a toy abandoned on a giant’s floor. She drew her coat tighter, not merely against the cold, but against the humbling sense that this landscape had no need of her presence. The runway did not lead toward a city or promise of progress, but directly into silence.

She let the stillness sink into her. It was not empty, but alive... the groan of ice shifting, the distant cry of a seabird, the whisper of wind threading through the valley. Time itself seemed slower here, reluctant to disturb the fragile balance of stone, snow, and sea.

Then, her vision sharpened. The golden clarity around her intensified until the world seemed to hesitate, caught in amber light. She realised, with a sudden chill, that her bloodline had activated.

The Elizabeth bloodline carried the power of mind. When awakened, their thoughts surged into overdrive. The world did not truly slow, yet their perception accelerated until every motion, every flicker of expression unfolded with crystalline clarity. In battle, this gift made an Elizabeth unstoppable. They could read an opponent’s intent before the attack began, exploit every weakness, and strike with merciless precision. To onlookers, such encounters seemed like massacres... swift, one-sided, inevitable.

But the bloodline bore its curse. Alongside clarity came bloodlust, an aura that spilled outward, impossible to hide. In combat it was a weapon, enough to paralyse foes with dread. In peace, it was a hazard... an involuntary predator’s scent, stirring fear even in allies. Eleanor had learned to live under constant caution, guarding her mind from slipping too far.

She froze at the base of the stairs, wrestling the impulse back, forcing the bloodline to stillness. Yet the surge had already escaped. Behind her, Ophelia faltered, her knees buckling. Kiara caught her swiftly, preventing her from tumbling down the steps.

As a Raynor, Kiara was untouched by the aura, but her instincts sharpened. She looked about, expecting an attack, trying to trace what had unsettled Ophelia so badly. Then she saw them.

Two figures approached from the right... tall, bronze-skinned men, their frames broad and unyielding, their presence heavy with restrained power. Their pace was steady, unhurried, yet the air seemed to bend subtly around them.

They halted a few metres away, one holding a shiny tablet, the other holding a Hybrid Infrared 3D Scanner. Eleanor steadied herself, forcing her bloodline back under strict control before turning to face them. She already knew what they were... Dragons.

are... interesting." His eyes glimmered briefly, like molten gold beneath

She stepped forward alone, closing the distance until only

began sweeping her from toe to head, the device emitting faint layers of light across her frame. He lingered over her eyes, studying them with deliberate precision. The other

twenty-nine. Race: Werewolf. Is that

gaze without

step aside.

The scanner repeated its silent work. The dragon with the tablet read aloud, "Kiara Raynor. Age thirty-four. Race: Werewolf.

replied with

scan

thirty-seven. Race:

"Yes," Ophelia said quietly.

"Then please bid farewell to

swiftly. Placing it against her ear, she spoke with calm precision.

the call without waiting for reply, sliding the phone back into her pocket. Turning once more to the dragons, her voice was

men smiled faintly. One of them nodded his head.

unhurried steps toward the far side

his voice carrying easily over the thrum of the wind. "You will board a helicopter to your destination. Each helicopter carries ten cadets at a time. Seven have already

there will be no more time for such things. All phones and communication devices will be stored away before you enter the academy. I hope you are

head. "Thank you. We were informed by our