Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 184: History of Clan Blanc

The land stretches gently, a mixture of open skies and quietly rolling ground, where fields blur into patches of

woodland and thickets cluster along the edges of winding lanes. Tall grasses shift with the wind, their pale-green

blades dancing under a sky that changes often... one moment bright and open, the next veiled in slow-moving

clouds.

Hedgerows border the roads like green walls, thick with hawthorn, ivy, and nettle, tangled together in wild

patterns. In spring and early summer, they bloom with scattered white blossoms and the subtle hum of bees

moving between tiny flowers. Elder trees lean over fences, their branches shaped by years of weather, casting

dappled shade on the earth below.

Beyond the hedges, broad meadows open up... not flat, but gently undulating and dotted with wildflowers:

buttercups, cow parsley, and the occasional thistle pushing through with stubborn beauty. Birds are constant

companions here. Wood pigeons wheel across the air in soft flurries, crows stand sentinel on fenceposts, and

smaller birds flit between the low brush and rustling grass.

Closer to the wooded areas, the light changes. It becomes filtered, golden, falling through the leaves in long,

broken beams. The ground underfoot is soft with fallen leaves and moss, and the air carries the cool, damp scent

of old trees and shaded soil. In these quiet groves, the sound of the outside world fades, replaced by birdsong,

the occasional rustle of small creatures, and the whisper of breeze through the canopy.

Even the wind seems to know its path here... slipping over the rise of distant hills, bending the tall grasses,

shaking a few early petals free. On misty mornings, the whole landscape lies hidden in a silver veil, and when

the sun returns, it washes everything in a pale glow, drawing dew from every leaf and blade.

Knowsley is a landscape of quiet resilience... shaped by seasons, wind, and the long patience of nature, still alive

and untouched along the edges of the human world.

Amidst this sanctuary of nature, Clan Blanc had resided for hundreds of years. They were a peace-loving clan

that lived in isolation, away from worldly affairs. In ancient times, no one dwelled in this vast expanse of woods

and lakes but this reclusive werewolf clan.

During eras of chaos and war, their unique shadow ability drew the attention of other supernatural races, who

sought to enslave them for their own ends. The shadow power had limited offensive capabilities... it was

effective for assassination of lower beings, but not in direct combat. Its true strengths lay in scouting and

espionage. To defend themselves, Clan Blanc had to rely solely on their superior werewolf physique.

But as generations passed in peace and seclusion, even their physical strength waned.

These were the days before the Supernatural Council was established... a tof anarchy. Slavery was the norm

then, and power among supernatural clans was often measured by the number and strength of slaves they

owned.

In that brutal hierarchy, humans were considered worthless. The supernatural races saw themselves as the next

stage in human evolution... an elevated, superior existence. Even now, most supernatural species view each

other with rivalry and disdain, but when it comes to humans, there is an unspoken consensus: they are lesser,

primitive, and beneath them all. Sraces even regard humans as little more than a food source... livestock, to

be consumed and discarded.

Ironically, humans themselves believed they were the centre of the world... the most intelligent species on Earth.

Among them, countless factions and clans considered themselves superior to others, endlessly killing and

enslaving each other to prove it. Yet, as the most populous of all intelligent races, with an exceptionally high

reproductive rate, humanity remained dominant. No matter how many were slaughtered... by their own kind or

others... they endured, multiplied, and spread all over the earth.

In those dark days, only the strongest human warriors were ever deemed worthy of becoming slaves in the

supernatural world. The rest had no value. Supernatural forces were far more interested in enslaving other

supernatural beings... especially those with unique abilities. Even within their own races, powerful clans sought

to subjugate weaker ones to accumulate strength and influence.

Within that power structure, the rare shadow ability of Clan Blanc held exceptional significance. Other werewolf

clans from the sisland attempted to enslave them, hoping to harness that elusive power for espionage and

infiltration. But they all failed. The Blanc territory was remote... isolated from other clans, and sending a large

force left one’s own stronghold vulnerable. Moreover, Clan Blanc had long adapted to the harsh terrain of forests

and lakes, and they could use the landscape to their advantage.

For a time, this isolation protected them.

But as rival clans were defeated and tales of their rare ability spread far and wide, word eventually reached

beyond their island.

And that was when the true danger began.

When a group of Banshees attacked the clan, the Blancs were unable to defend themselves. The Banshees’

signature abilities... Piercing Wail and Death Omen Aura immobilised all the Clan Blanc warriors, before the fight

even started. The former caused madness and deafness, while the latter induced overwhelming fear. Most of the

clan members succumbed instantly.

Only the clan head at that time, Aethelred Blanc, withstood the attack to any meaningful degree. As an Alpha, he

possessed immense mental resilience and physical prowess. When he realised his clan would surely lose, he

made the decision to flee and seek aid. To avoid unnecessary bloodshed, he ordered his people to surrender for

the tbeing while he alone escaped into the wilderness.

He knew of a powerful werewolf clan living deep within the Claitone Forest of Mamucium, which is now known as

Clayton in Manchester... hto the Raynor Clan.

The Raynor Clan was renowned for its bloodline, its size, and its unity as a pack. They were famed as scholars,

and other werewolf clans... and even other races sought their counsel. Though known for their intellect, their

combat reputation was formidable. Most clans feared them, not because of their warriors, but because the

Raynors took no prisoners as slaves like other clans. Any attack on them meant only one outcome: death.

Aethelred knew the Raynors despised slavery, just as he did. With that shared value, he approached them and

humbly pleaded for protection. In return, Clan Blanc would offer their service in chores and daily labour...

essentially the work of slaves, but without the chains.

The Raynors, always curious and contemplative, were intrigued by this offer. Thus, the first subordinate clan in

werewolf history was formed.

When Aethelred returned to his homeland, he found it looted and burned. Fortunately, his clan had followed

orders and surrendered without resistance. Only a few lives were lost. He tracked the captors to Liuerpul Beach,

where the Blanc Clan members were chained and awaiting transport across the Irish Sea... known then as Mare

Hibernicum.

Eanswith Elizabeth Raynor, the head of the Raynor Clan, was the only one who cto rescue the members of

Clan Blanc. Although Aethelred was somewhat hesitant and uncertain about the success of the mission, he didn’t

dare voice his doubts, not wanting to offend such a powerful clan leader.

But when Eanswith acted, all doubts dissolved... leaving only awe, fear, and reverence.

In mere minutes, every Banshee, their enslaved human warriors, and even their ships were obliterated. None

had tto counterattack. It was a massacre. The only survivors were the chained members of Clan Blanc.

The beach at Liuerpul, now Liverpool, was dyed red with blood. The waves of the Irish Sea ran crimson that day.

Without a word, Eanswith left the stunned and trembling Blancs behind to fend for themselves.

The members of Clan Blanc were the first to survive and tell the tale of the carnage unleashed by one of the

Elizabeths of the Raynor Clan. From that day forward, Clan Blanc beca subordinate to the Raynor Clan—a

status they have maintained to this day.

Though history changed many times... wars cand went, the Raynors even fought in the World Wars... Clan

Blanc remained their only subordinate clan. That never changed.

It is all written in the records of Clan Blanc. Every child learns it growing up: that their very existence was owed

to the Raynor Clan’s mercy and power... and that even the gentle, scholarly Raynors could becterrifying

forces of nature when provoked.

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In the grand hall of the clan head's

villa, Dominic Blanc and a few others

were deep in denny egg

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te upceqning! rRarrfage. It had

already been finalised that the main

ceremony would be held at the Blanc

Estate, with invitations extended only

to members of supernatural races.

This, however, presented a challenge.

Both Raphael and Laila had good

relationships with sof their

human co-workers, and excluding)

them eqeeidhice

disco ort and disappointment.

After a lengthy discussion, they

agreed to host a smaller, separate

event a day before the official

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Raphael's mother, Juliette Blanc,

supported the decision. During her

tworking at Heimdall Tower, she

had also developed Homes with

several qoyorkerb esa, Lily, and

Maya were among them. It was

ultimately decided that, following

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Laila’s turning ritual, they would take

a week to prepare, then obtain a legal

human marriage certificate and host

a modest ceremony in Manchester.

Juliette would take responsibility for

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The main wedding, held exclusively for the supernatural guests, would take place the following day under the

direct supervision of Clan Head Dominic Blanc.