Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 226: Call of the Moon

The Troll King’s next roar drowned out the last of Eleanor’s words, but it didn’t matter. The decision had been made.

Her body began to change into her silver wolf form... bones shifting, muscles twisting as fur burst across her arms. Her jaw cracked outward, forming a snarling maw. Within heartbeats, the youngest Alpha of the Rayon Clan stood in her full werewolf form... towering above all else, exuding a potent aura. Her green eyes glowed like the ancient, silent light of a star. Her majestic silver fur caught and reflected the brilliance of the chamber’s light.

She raised her head and unleashed her most powerful Alpha ability... the Call of the Moon. A thunderous howl reverberated through the throne room, and one by one the others answered.

Maira knew exactly what Eleanor was doing. Though she was an Alpha herself, she felt the primal urge to yield and follow. The ancient way of the werewolves... follow the strongest, the one who can call the moon. She too could summon the Call, but this time she knew better than to claim the lead.

Dodging a strike from the Troll King, she shifted. A magnificent emerald-green werewolf emerged into view. The long, dark-green fur along her neck gleamed in the light, and her golden eyes blazed like miniature suns. Maira shook her mane like a lion and answered the Call. A born Alpha, voluntarily submitting to another. With her voice joining Eleanor’s, both of them surged in strength.

Jaciara shifted next, her form a spring-green wolf wreathed in a faint mist that drifted from her fur. Though not as radiant as Maira, her body was broader, stronger. She threw her head back and howled with all her might.

Joshua and Kiara transformed mid-movement. Joshua became a lean grey wolf, his toned muscles speaking volumes of his physical prowess. Kiara’s green eyes shone with sharp ferocity as her limbs elongated and reshaped. She emerged as a white wolf, elegant and pure in form, yet fierce in presence. Together, they raised their voices to the Call.

Ophelia lingered in Eleanor’s shadow. Her wolf-form was silent, cloaked in darkness... only Eleanor felt her presence as she too answered the Call.

Together, six werewolves stood against the Troll King. Two Alphas at their head, every one of them far stronger than before.

The Troll King did not flinch at the chorus of howls. If anything, it enraged him further. His chest swelled, ribcage stretching unnaturally as he let out a roar that shattered the air, spraying spittle across the floor. The sound cracked stone overhead, fragments of skulls tumbling down like brittle rain. Then, with shocking speed, he charged.

quaked with each colossal stride. His massive bulk surged forward, terrifyingly swift. His first swing came like a battering ram. The werewolves scattered, claws screeching on polished stone as they leapt clear. Even so, the shockwave rattled their

in a blur, and flesh peeled away in

as the Troll King’s knee slammed down like

just in time... but the sheer force of the air hurled her sideways, slamming her into the throne of skulls. Bone cracked as part of

a torrent, spattering her emerald fur. The Troll roared and reached behind, fingers like spears punching through

She slid down, leaving a smear of

the air. The spring-green wolf lunged, her mist thickening into a storm. She tore at the troll’s knees with savage fury, claws digging

rolled clear at the last instant, but the force of the blow snapped ribs like twigs. The ground split beside her. For a sickening heartbeat, she saw death bearing down. With sheer willpower, she dragged herself away, chest heaving,

joints, weak spots. His slashes ripped open the

With a single wrenching twist, Joshua’s left arm tore free. Blood gushed in a crimson fountain, splattering the throne room, streaking Eleanor’s silver fur. Joshua’s howl of pain warped into a furious snarl as he sank

in red, bristled with rage. With a savage leap she landed on the troll’s face, claws gouging deep into its eyes. One orb burst beneath her strike, hot fluid pouring down her legs. She ripped

a heavy thud. Her body went limp for an instant, bones snapping under the brutal fall, yet her

She raked downward, tearing muscle from sternum to belly, spilling entrails across the floor. The stench of bile and

the waist and crushed. Bones cracked under his grip. Eleanor coughed blood, silver fur slicked red, yet she refused to let go. Her

stop!" she roared, her voice mangled but thunderous.

reignited the

with blood. She lunged and clamped her jaws around the troll’s hamstring, shaking until the tendon snapped loose. Jaciara tore at his other leg, claws raking until bone gleamed white through the gore. Joshua, one-armed and reeling, hurled himself back into the fray, his claws carving into the troll’s back with the methodical savagery of a butcher.

throne room became a

howled, his vast body convulsing. Chunks of flesh sloughed off in steaming heaps, his iron crown clattering into a pool of gore. His regeneration faltered at last, overwhelmed by the relentless assault of the