Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 255: Which Does Not Kill You Makes You Stronger

Chapter 255: Which Does Not Kill You Makes You Stronger

Lightning crisscrossed around Eleanor and speared into her body, racing straight for her heart. The arcs tore through muscle and sinew, burning a path as they went, but her alpha body regenerated the damage as quickly as it appeared. Time passed, and her regeneration gradually accelerated until it matched the level of destruction. Once her body had adjusted, the pain dulled, no longer the unbearable torment it had been.

Her heart, meanwhile, was changing. With every surge it absorbed, it grew stronger. Nora confirmed what Eleanor already suspected: because of her Storm Heart ability, the lightning was drawn directly to that centre of power. Slowly but inexorably, Storm Heart strengthened, each pulse making her body more resilient and more attuned to the tempest around her.

At first Nora remained with her, offering quiet guidance, but as the lightning intensified... she withdrew. The storm was disrupting her interface, making her presence unstable.

Alone, Eleanor lost all sense of time. Her progress became a rhythm: step forward, sit, meditate, adapt. When her body had adjusted to the violence of a new zone, she rose again, took another step, and endured anew.

The first surge of joy had come when she entered the light green ring. After that, all emotion vanished into singular focus. She never looked back, never glanced at the coloured rings she crossed. Her gaze was locked only on the centre of the dome, on the Thunder Seed that called to her.

With unyielding determination, step by step, she advanced towards her only goal.

What she did not realise was that, in the process, she had awakened her Mental Lock ability. She had always believed this gift was meant for the battlefield. But under the relentless barrage, her Thunderbolt Bloodline was evolving, reshaping itself to her need. Mental Lock transformed, granting her the power to maintain razor focus even amidst the endless distraction of pain.

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Eleanor was deep in meditation, letting her body adjust to the relentless lightning, when the academy device on her wrist began to beep. Her focus wavered. She knew at once... her time in the Thunder Seed Room had ended.

The handbook had been clear: when a cadet’s slot expired, the device would sound, and they were required to leave so the next candidate could enter.

She rose to her feet and glanced at her position. Disappointment settled in her chest. She had only reached the yellow zone. The black zone... her true target remained far beyond her grasp.

"I should have forced myself further. Sigh... what’s done is done. Let’s see what Scáthach thinks of my progress," she thought.

measured pace, donned her uniform,

in the lobby, she found Instructor Arrichion waiting. The moment he saw her, his eyes

bowed. "Instructor, you

Supreme Grandmaster is waiting for you," he said, before leading her out

the Combat Department to Dún

her throne. She regarded Eleanor with a faint smile. "You seem

only reached the yellow

Had Eleanor looked at him then, she would not have been so ashamed of her so-called failure. His astonishment was well founded. He knew she had only just awakened her Thunderbolt Bloodline, and yet... even seasoned lightning adepts, even of the ascendant level, rarely pushed beyond the chartreuse zone. Eleanor

just awakened your Thunderbolt Bloodline, so I will reluctantly accept your progress... for now. But you have little time left in this term. Every

called,

on cue, Vanguard Commander Annabeth Chase

now. And remember... use no more than ten

alpha werewolves. She is a master of combat, highly intelligent, and a strategist of the highest order. In tactics, she could

respectfully. "Thank

"I have not accepted you as my disciple. If you had touched the Thunder Seed, then I might have considered it.

Eleanor’s reply, she turned to Arrichion. "You may go now. Return

her fingers. A glowing circle flared into existence beneath Eleanor and Annabeth’s

walls and endless rows of stone seats.

use any of your abilities, the terrain, or a weapon. As the

yourself." She drove a punch

touched her, but the shockwave alone caught her like

ground, rolled hard, then scrambled to her feet. Annabeth gave her no time to recover. Another punch came, faster than the last. Eleanor crossed her arms before her chest in