Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 209: Endless White

The Svalbard Airport stood like a quiet sentinel at the edge of the Arctic, where the mountains leaned close to

the sea and the wind carried the taste of salt and ice. Its runway stretched in a dark, unwavering line across

ground that never truly thawed, reinforced by gravel and insulation against the restless shift of permafrost

beneath. On one side, the fjord lay still, a sheet of steel-blue water that mirrored the sky in summer and froze

into pale glass in the long winter. On the other, mountains rose abruptly, their slopes draped in snow that glowed

with a pale fire in the endless twilight.

Eleanor descended the steps of her Gulfstream, the metal still humming faintly with the memory of flight. Her

boots struck the tarmac with a muted echo, instantly swallowed by the vastness around her. The air was so

sharp it stung, filling her lungs with a precision she had never known elsewhere. She paused at the base of the

stairs, her gaze sweeping across the fjord where water shivered with silver under the reluctant sun. For a

moment, she felt as though she stood at the edge of the world... and perhaps she did.

The mountains loomed like sentinels of stone and snow, dwarfing the airport and making the jet behind her

seem like nothing more than a toy abandoned on a giant's floor. She drew her coat tighter, not merely against

the cold, but against the humbling sense that this landscape had no need of her presence. The runway did not

lead toward a city or promise of progress, but directly into silence.

She let the stillness sink into her. It was not empty, but alive... the groan of ice shifting, the distant cry of a

seabird, the whisper of wind threading through the valley. Titself seemed slower here, reluctant to disturb

the fragile balance of stone, snow, and sea.

Then, her vision sharpened. The golden clarity around her intensified until the world seemed to hesitate, caught

in amber light. She realised, with a sudden chill, that her bloodline had activated.

The Elizabeth bloodline carried the power of mind. When awakened, their thoughts surged into overdrive. The

world did not truly slow, yet their perception accelerated until every motion, every flicker of expression unfolded

with crystalline clarity. In battle, this gift made an Elizabeth unstoppable. They could read an opponent's intent

before the attack began, exploit every weakness, and strike with merciless precision. To onlookers, such

encounters seemed like massacres... swift, one-sided, inevitable.

But the bloodline bore its curse. Alongside clarity cbloodlust, an aura that spilled outward, impossible to

hide. In combat it was a weapon, enough to paralyse foes with dread. In peace, it was a hazard... an involuntary

predator's scent, stirring fear even in allies. Eleanor had learned to live under constant caution, guarding her

mind from slipping too far.

She froze at the base of the stairs, wrestling the impulse back, forcing the bloodline to stillness. Yet the surge

had already escaped. Behind her, Ophelia faltered, her knees buckling. Kiara caught her swiftly, preventing her

from tumbling down the steps.

As a Raynor, Kiara was untouched by the aura, but her instincts sharpened. She looked about, expecting an

attack, trying to trace what had unsettled Ophelia so badly. Then she saw them.

Two figures approached from the right... tall, bronze-skinned men, their frames broad and unyielding, their

presence heavy with restrained power. Their pace was steady, unhurried, yet the air seemed to bend subtly

around them.

They halted a few metres away, one holding a shiny tablet, the other holding a Hybrid Infrared 3D Scanner.

Eleanor steadied herself, forcing her bloodline back under strict control before turning to face them. She already

knew what they were... Dragons.

One of the men tilted his head slightly, his voice deep and edged with amusement. "Such strong bloodlust, and

at such a young age. You are... interesting." His eyes glimmered briefly, like molten gold beneath the surface.

"We are from the Midgard Academy. Those of you who cto enrol... please step forward. We need to confirm

your identities before proceeding."

Eleanor glanced at Kiara and Ophelia, both of whom had regained composure and now stood shoulder to

shoulder. She stepped forward alone, closing the distance until only a metre separated her from the towering

figures. "All three of us are here to join the academy," she said evenly.

The man with the scanner began sweeping her from toe to head, the device emitting faint layers of light across

her frame. He lingered over her eyes, studying them with deliberate precision. The other dragon looked at his

tablet, then spoke in a tone more formal than curious.

"Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor. Age twenty-nine. Race: Werewolf. Is that correct?"

Eleanor met his gaze without flinching. "Correct."

"Good. Please step aside. Next."

She moved to the side as Kiara cforward, her expression calm, her posture disciplined. The scanner

repeated its silent work. The dragon with the tablet read aloud, "Kiara Raynor. Age thirty-four. Race: Werewolf.

Confirm?"

"Confirmed," Kiara replied with a short nod.

Finally, Ophelia approached. The scan ended quickly this time.

"Ophelia Blanc. Age thirty-seven. Race: Werewolf. Correct?"

"Yes," Ophelia said quietly.

The dragon’s gaze swept across the three of them before he closed the scanner with a faint click. "Then please

bid farewell to your family members. You have five minutes. After that, we will escort you to your next transport."

Eleanor reached into her coat, drew out her phone, and dialled swiftly. Placing it against her ear, she spoke with

calm precision. "I will be leaving now. Return to Manchester and report directly to Teresa. She will manage

everything while | am away."

She ended the call without waiting for reply, sliding the phone back into her pocket. Turning once more to the

dragons, her voice was steady. "We are ready. Please lead the way."

Both men smiled faintly. One of them nodded his head. "Very well. Follow us."

They turned, walking with unhurried steps toward the far side of the airport. Eleanor, Kiara, and Ophelia trailed

behind them.

One of the men spoke as they walked, his voice carrying easily over the thrum of the wind. "You will board a

helicopter to your destination. Each helicopter carries ten cadets at a time. Seven have already boarded. Once

you three are added, we can dispatch this group to the academy."

He paused, then added with deliberate clarity, "You may still use your phones if you need to make a call. Once

you board the helicopter, however, there will be no more tfor such things. All phones and communication

devices will be stored away before you enter the academy. | hope you are prepared for this."

Eleanor lifted up her head. "Thank you. We were informed by our elders."

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As he spoke, they cto a waiting helicopter. One of the dragons pointed to the open door. "Please, step

inside. The pilot is ready to fly."

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The door clamped shut. The pilot's voice cthrough the headgear, calm and clipped. "Cadets, please prepare.

The flight will take approximately half an hour. If you require anything, hold it until we reach our destination."

The helicopter lifted, thunder rolling in its blades, carrying them away from the edges of civilisation into the

stark, white vastness of the Arctic.

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Half an hour later, it descended upon what seemed a boundless sheet of ice... nothing but white, stretching

without end, swallowing horizon and sky alike. The rotors slowed, their roar thinning into a hollow silence until

only a faint whine remained.

The pilots disembarked first, boots biting into the brittle crust. One swung open the cabin door, and the cold

rushed in like a living force, sharp enough to sting the skin. "Please get down," he said.

One by one the cadets stepped down, breath streaming into the air as pale ghosts. Around them was the perfect

emptiness of an endless white desert. The ground was solid ice but felt strange beneath their feet, and as they

looked around in confusion, a quiet unease rippled among them. How could there be a landing point in such a

place?

The two dragons moved a few paces aside. Then they lifted their hands and began to chant. The sound was low,

resonant, and alien, vibrating through the air until even the ice seemed to tremble in sympathy. Their gestures

were deliberate, carving patterns through space as though inscribing runes into an unseen fabric.

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"Cadets," one of the pilots said, his voice carrying with solemn weight, "please step through the gate. The

academy office awaits you on the other side."