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.

His massive bulk surged forward, terrifyingly swift. His first swing came like a battering ram. The werewolves scattered, claws screeching on polished stone as

claws faintly aglow beneath the harsh light. She slashed across his thigh in a blur, and flesh peeled away in bloody ribbons. But the wound sealed itself before her paws even struck the

rolling aside as the Troll King’s knee slammed

throne of skulls. Bone cracked as part of the grotesque seat shattered; skulls clattered across the floor in a rattling cascade. Splinters bit into

deep. She clawed violently, ripping a thick strip of muscle from his shoulder. Dark blood spurted in a torrent, spattering her emerald fur. The Troll roared and reached behind, fingers like spears punching through her side. His claws clamped her torso, then

She slid down, leaving a smear of blood in her wake. Her green fur was drenched crimson, her body

split 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 again and again, hacking

his leg and brought his foot down like a hammer. The impact caved the stone floor and nearly crushed Jaciara beneath. She rolled clear at the last instant, but the force of the

form weaving side to side, too quick for the eye. He struck with brutal precision, claws tearing at tendons, joints, weak spots. His slashes ripped open the troll’s wrists, exposing tendons that writhed like pale snakes. For one precious heartbeat,

Eleanor’s silver fur. Joshua’s howl of pain warped into a furious snarl as he sank his teeth into the troll’s thumb, ripping half the flesh from the hand before being hurled into a

white fur, now drenched 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

with a heavy thud. Her body went limp for an instant, bones snapping under the brutal fall, yet her eyes still glowed faintly through the haze of

the air, she leapt and drove her claws into the Troll’s chest. She raked downward, tearing muscle from sternum to belly, spilling entrails across the floor. The stench of bile and blood choked the chamber. Her muzzle dripped crimson as she clamped her jaws around his

silver fur slicked red, yet she refused to let go. Her claws dug deeper, ripping chunks of flesh

voice mangled but

reignited 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

throne room became a

crown clattering into a pool