Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 129: The Spirits of Werewolves

A gentle ripple passed through the pond. The lilies swayed, though no wind touched them. For a moment, the

entire garden shimmered faintly, as if acknowledging Eleanor’s presence and her solemn prayer.

Eleanor felt a surge of unfamiliar energy entering her body, spreading through every cell with a tingling warmth.

It was not overwhelming, but invigorating... as though every fiber of her being had been awakened. She felt

energized, cleansed, as if she had just awakened from a long, fulfilling sleep and bathed under sunlight. Her eyes

closed instinctively, and she drew in a deep, calming breath, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Sarika stood in complete silence, watching the scene unfold. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly in

satisfaction.

"The ancestors have accepted her," she thought with awe. "There's no mistake... she carries the blood of

Elizabeth Raynor."

Just as Sarika reached this conclusion, her eyes widened in disbelief. From the sacred ground around the pond,

countless translucent, spectral forms began to rise. Illusory werewolves, aglow with an ancient aura, emerged in

silence, their ghostly figures illuminated in the shimmering garden light. One by one, they turned toward Eleanor

and shifted into human form... men and women of regal bearing, each etched with timeless strength.

Then, silently, they dropped to one knee in unison, facing Eleanor with reverence.

Sarika’s breath caught in her throat. "This... this is the selection of a king!"

Only two of the spirits remained standing. One was a tall, commanding male figure wearing a illusory crown,

Erymanthus Brontes Lychos, the ancient king of the werewolves. Beside him stood a woman of radiant grace and

unearthly beauty... Elizabeth Raynor, the ancestor of the Raynor Clan. The two walked past the kneeling specters

without hesitation and stood before the oblivious Eleanor.

Eleanor, eyes still closed and mind adrift in the energy flowing through her, remained unaware of the spiritual

congregation around her. Even if she had opened her eyes, she would not have seen them... only those attuned

to the spirit realm could witness this miracle.

Sarika, as the Priestess of the Werewolves, possessed this rare ability. In the entire Harivamsa Clan, only three

others shared sfraction of her attunement.

As Sarika watched, her heart pounding in awe, King Erymanthus and Elizabeth Raynor raised their hands in

perfect synchronicity and gently placed them atop Eleanor’s head. Light flowed from their palms in luminous

streams.

Moments later, they retracted their hands, and above Eleanor’s head, a shimmering illusory crown appeared. It

hovered there, glowing with a subtle brilliance. Then, both spirits stepped back and began to dissolve, their

forms fading like mist into the earth. The other ancestral spirits followed, vanishing silently from their kneeling

positions into the sacred soil.

Eleanor, standing alone in the center of this majestic rite, felt an unseen pressure descend upon her. It was as if

a mountain of invisible force weighed down on her shoulders. Her knees buckled slightly, and her eyes opened in

alarm.

She tried to stand her ground, gritting her teeth, willing her body to remain upright. But the pressure was too

immense... too ancient and absolute. After a few seconds of resistance, her strength gave out, and she collapsed

gently onto the grass.

Sarika snapped out of her stunned silence. She rushed forward and knelt beside Eleanor, placing her hand over

the young woman's heart. After confirming that she was breathing steadily and her pulse was normal, she let out

a soft sigh of relief.

Helping Eleanor lay more comfortably on the soft grass, Sarika sat beside her, her mind spinning with questions

and revelations.

"She was crowned... by the ancestors. Not just accepted... but crowned."

"That means she carries royal blood... But how? She awakened Elizabeth Raynor's bloodline, that much is clear.

The Raynor Clan must be sure... there's no way they'd nher their Young Miss otherwise."

"But Elizabeth appeared alongside the king... and participated in the coronation ritual. That has never happened

before."

Her brows furrowed in concern.

"Does this mean the Raynor Clan is destined to be the next royal clan? That the ancestor of Lychos Clan has

passed the crown to the Raynor Clan?"

"What will becof the Lychos Clan if the ancestral crown has chosen Eleanor?"

A thousand questions flooded her mind, crashing like waves. Her thoughts raced until one chilling possibility

made her freeze.

"Could it be...?" She whispered to herself. "Yes. That might be the only explanation."

Without delay, she reached into her storage ring and retrieved a small, delicate jade bottle. She knelt once again

beside Eleanor and gently reopened the tiny wound on her finger... the sone Eleanor had used to offer her

blood to the ancestors.

Carefully, Sarika collected a few drops of blood into the jade bottle, sealed it tightly, and placed it back into her

dimensional storage.

Then, with practiced ease, she chanted a soft incantation and placed her palm over the wound. A glow of healing

energy mended the cut Instantly, leaving no trace behind.

Sarika stood and raised both hands. With a series of drawn runes, she opened a dimensional door... its edges

shimmering with spiritual light. She lifted Eleanor in a gentle princess carry and stepped through the portal.

On the other side, Rashmika, who had been waiting, gasped when she saw Eleanor’s unconscious form. Her eyes

widened in worry, but she did not speak, waiting instead for Sarika’s instruction.

Sarika carried Eleanor to the bed in the corner of the room and gently laid her down.

She turned to Rashmika, her tone calm but firm.

"Inform all members of the Harivamsa Clan. From this moment forward, Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor will be treated

with the respect like an Elder of our clan. She is not to be hindered in any way, and all her missions shall be

supported... so long as they do not harm the interests of our people."

Rashmika blinked in surprise, then bowed deeply. "As you command, Reverend One."

Sarika’s gaze hardened slightly. "This information must remain sealed within the clan. No one else is to know...

not even Eleanor herself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Reverend One. | will see it done," Rashmika replied solemnly.

Sarika nodded, then walked back to Eleanor’s bedside. She placed her hand lightly on the girl's forehead and

murmured an incantation. A soft glow spread from her fingertips, wrapping Eleanor in a faint spiritual cocoon.

With that, Sarika stepped back through the dimensional door. It shimmered once, then vanished behind her.

A few moments later, Eleanor stirred.

She blinked slowly, disoriented. Her body ached slightly, but there was a strange warmth inside her... a lingering

sense of calm and power. Though most of the memory was fuzzy, fragments remained like scenes from a dream.

She vaguely recalled thunder... a battle... and a woman looked like Elizabeth Raynor was smiling at her. But

everything was hazy, elusive.

Sitting up slowly, she realized she was back in the familiar room from which she had entered the ancient temple.

She turned and saw Rashmika standing not far away, watching her with a curious yet unreadable expression.

"Wasn't | just... in the ancient temple?" Eleanor asked, still dazed.

"Yes," Rashmika replied, stepping closer. "The Reverend One brought you here after you lost consciousness."

"Where is she now? | need to speak with her," Eleanor said urgently, starting to rise.

"She had to leave," Rashmika said calmly. "But she askedto take care of your needs. You may tell me

anything you require, and | will ensure it is done."

Eleanor sighed in relief, sinking back onto the bed with a quiet thump. Though the comfort of the soft mattress

grounded her somewhat, she still felt a lingering disorientation from what had transpired at the ancestral temple.

She drew in a few long breaths,

closing her eyes to settle her nerves.

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she sat up and glanced at Rashmika,

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"Sorry for the delay," Eleanor said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I was slightly disoriented after

visiting the ancestral temple. It was... overwhelming."

Rashmika offered a gentle nod. "It's completely understandable. The temple has a powerful presence. Many feel

the safter their first experience." She paused briefly before continuing, "Can you tellhow we may assist

you now?"

Eleanor straightened her posture, slipping into her professional demeanor. "I recently acquired several

companies in Taramani, Chennai. Since India is your territory, Id like to form a cooperative relationship with the

Harivamsa Clan. | believe it’s only right to discuss matters of business on your soil with the local power."

Rashmika’s brow arched slightly, intrigued. "And what kind of cooperation are you looking for?"

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She leaned forward slightly. "Don’t think I'm lowballing you. That five percent still amounts to millions of dollars.

And | only own seventy percent of the seven companies I've acquired so far."

Rashmika raised a hand in reassurance. "No need to worry, Miss Raynor. The Raynor Clan is an ally of the

Harivamsa Clan. Naturally, we would help you, even if you didn’t offer us any shares. All you need to do is ask."

She paused thoughtfully before continuing. "That said, since your businesses are based in Chennai, Tamil Nadu,

it would be wise to involve the Naga People. They are the dominant force in that region... respected, influential,

and deeply rooted. With their backing, your operations would be much smoother."

Eleanor’s eyes lit up with interest. "Can you helpget in touch with the Nagas? I'd appreciate an introduction."

"Of course," Rashmika said with a smile. "That's what I'm here for."

Without another word, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number from memory. The call was answered after

two rings.

"Samantha Nagavanshi," Rashmika said in a teasing tone, "the only daughter of the mighty Naga King... you've

forgotten your poor friend. If | hadn't called, | bet you would've forgotten | exist!"

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She glanced at Eleanor and added, "Just tell him the associate’s nis Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor... and that my

grandmother herself has endorsed her."

There was a pause, then Samantha replied cheerfully, "You're lucky. He's currently at our Delhi home. Wait a

minute... I'll speak to him now."

The call ended with a soft click, leaving the room in silence for a few moments.