Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 114: A Seer’s Fear

After a brief pause, Sarika said solemnly, "Before we announce anything to the world, we should first convene a

council meeting and decide collectively. This is a matter of great importance. | believe the council has the right

to hear it before anyone else. We can make a public declaration after the meeting concludes."

Erevan nodded. "I agree with you. Then | shall call an emergency council meeting for tomorrow at 12 GMT."

Sarika gave a small approving smile. "That would be best for everyone. No matter where they are, all members

should be able to attend by that time."

Without hesitation, Erevan picked up his phone and dialed his secretary. "Call an emergency council meeting

tomorrow at 12 GMT. It's mandatory... everyone must be present," he said firmly, then ended the call.

After setting down the phone, he looked at the priest, who was sitting calmly, her face serene, unaffected by the

storm brewing around them. A sigh escaped his lips as he regarded her peaceful demeanor.

"How can you be so carefree all the time?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and admiration.

Sarika’s gaze remained steady. "It's a matter of choice, Your Highness. What has already happened is out of our

hands. What will happen is inevitable. The only thing we can control is how we face it. Fate is a cruel and

indifferent force. No matter how much we try, we cannot escape it. And believe me, I've tried."

She looked into the distance, her expression shadowed by old pain. After a short pause, she continued, her voice

soft and reflective. "Many years ago, | had a vision of my son being buried alive under a landslide in the other

world, during a battle with an earth elemental. Desperate to save him, | forbade him from going to the other

world."

Her eyes dimmed with sorrow. "Then, one day, | fell ill and needed a rare herb to concoct a healing pill. My son

volunteered to travel to the Himalayas to find it, accompanied by several of our clansmen. They never returned.

An earthquake struck the region and caused a massive landslide. All of them perished."

A tear rolled down her cheek. "In my vision, only my son had died. But by trying to prevent his fate, |

inadvertently caused the deaths of several others. | altered the outcome... but at what cost?"

She let the silence stretch for a moment, her voice barely above a whisper now. "You are the first person I've

ever told about that tragedy. You lost your father in an event you couldn’t control. But | lost my son because |

tried to fight fate. In my vision, he was buried, not confirmed dead. He might've survived, which I don’t know.

Imagine that burden, Your Highness."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Both of them stared at the throne room doors, lost in thoughts of their past

mistakes and their uncertain futures.

After what felt like an eternity, Sarika spoke again. "Your Highness, we must prepare before the council meeting.

According to our traditions, if a reigning king dies while still on the throne, the werewolf clans enter a mourning

period of one year. Only after that can the coronation of the new king be held."

She turned her eyes toward him. "Since we won’t be making the news public until tomorrow's meeting, | suggest

we place our forces on standby. We must be ready. Otherwise, a power vacuum could lead to chaos during this

transitional period."

Sarika hesitated, then continued more seriously, "Your Highness, | suggest you unofficially assthe role of

king during tomorrow’s meeting. You have already been fulfilling royal duties for the past thirty years, in

everything but title. It won't feel different to us, but it will show strength and stability to outsiders... especially

those who might try to exploit the situation. Then, after the official mourning period, we will hold your

coronation."

Erevan raised an eyebrow. "And how do we do that without a coronation ceremony?"

"It's quite simple," Sarika replied. "One of the council members needs to formally propose you as king, and the

rest must unanimously support the motion. Unlike other council matters, this one requires all ten members to

agree. But from what | know, all of them respect and support you. It should go smoothly."

Erevan stood slowly from the throne, his expression thoughtful. "Then I'll follow your suggestion."

He turned to Sarika. "I need srest. Thank you for your tand your counsel."

Sarika stood as well, placing a hand over her chest and bowing respectfully. "It is always my honor to serve you,

Your Highness."

After Erevan left the throne room, Sarika also stepped outside. Her secretary had been waiting patiently in the

corridor.

Seeing her, he approached with a slight bow. "Reverend, the young miss of the Raynor Clan called earlier. She

requested a meeting with you."

Sarika tilted her head, surprised. "Did she mention the reason?"

"No," the secretary replied. "She simply said she needed to speak with you and that she got my number from her

clan head."

Sarika thought for a moment, then nodded. "We'll be in Greece for two more days before returning to India.

Arrange a meeting and ask her to visit my temple. Among all the next clan heads, she’s the only one who hasn't

paid tribute to our ancestors."

"As you wish, Reverend," he said. "Shall we return to your villa now?"

"Yes, let's go," Sarika replied.

The secretary walked down the steps and signaled the driver. The car pulled up promptly. Sarika followed, both

of them entering the vehicle, which drove off through the quiet streets.

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