Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 238: Freya Targeted by Assassins

Chapter 238: Freya Targeted by Assassins

By the tEleanor and Arrichion entered the lobby, the receptionist had long since gone. A guard in a black

uniform, seated by the door, immediately stood and saluted when he saw them.

"Instructor, | was tasked to accompany Cadet 659 to her dormitory... and to deliver this package." He held up a

small box.

"Very well. Give her the package and return to your duties. | will accompany Cadet Eleanor myself," Arrichion

said.

The guard handed the box to Eleanor and departed without another word. She placed it on a nearby chair and

lifted the lid. Inside were a few neatly packed snacks and a folded note. She picked it up and read silently:

‘Ma'am, we are returning to the dorm. It's almost curfew. | hope this food will be enough for the night. -Ophelia’

A faint warmth stirred in Eleanor’s chest. Ophelia had been worried about her missing meals. She tucked the box

into her robe and silently promised herself to thank her properly later.

Arrichion said nothing about the package, merely waiting with patient stillness until she was ready to leave.

When they stepped out of the combat department building, the sky over the academy was plunged into

moonless darkness. Streetlamps lined the walkways, casting pale light across the stone paths. Even without

them, Eleanor’s sharp werewolf senses could easily pick out the dormitory building in the distance.

As they walked, Arrichion asked abruptly, "Which optional courses do you intend to take?"

"Fundamentals of Psionics and Wilderness Survival," she replied.

His brow arched slightly. "An interesting choice. Psionics is expected, given your abilities. But why Wilderness

Survival?"

"I didn’t find the other subjects valuable for me," Eleanor answered steadily. "And since I'll be venturing into

adverse conditions in Vanaheim, | thought that course might prove useful if... unexpected things happen."

"Good thinking. | believe that course will serve you well," Arrichion said as they walked along the silent night

road. "I expect you to complete your enrolment by tomorrow morning. From then on, you will finish all your

classes before noon each day. After that, you will report toat the school for the next fifteen days. If any

classes conflict with this schedule, tell the professors to adjust accordingly. If it’s a mandatory class, inform me

directly."

He paused, then continued in a firmer tone, "In the afternoons, you will join the mandatory outdoor sports. |

suggest basketball. And | am not suggesting it as a break from training... it is part of your training. On that court,

you will be applying everything you learn in MMA. Defensive shuffling and pivoting will sharpen the footwork you

need to cut angles and control distance in the arena. Stop-and-go sprints forge the sanaerobic endurance

required to survive a hard round. Leaping for rebounds builds explosive leg power for takedowns and kicks. And

fighting for position under theis no different than wrestling in the clinch. So understand... this is not play.

Every gwill build your stamina, your explosiveness, and your fight intelligence. Remember this... within the

next fifteen days, you must graduate from the school."

Eleanor frowned. "Isn't the term supposed to last two months?"

"For others, yes," Arrichion replied evenly. "But not for you. In fifteen days, you will be summoned to the

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Bloodline Institute to awaken your second bloodline. You already know you carry the dormant Thunderbolt

bloodline, right? All cadets with dormant bloodlines, no matter how faint their resonance... will have them

artificially awakened by the academy. Once you awaken your second bloodline, your physical instincts will shift.

That may hinder your progress. | want you to complete MMA training while you are still without elemental

interference. That will give you the strongest foundation."

He paused, then added, "You also have to master that new ability. It will take tas you've never used it

before. So, | expect you to put in the effort and graduate from the combat department within fifteen days."

"I'll try my best. Thank you, Instructor. But... | do have a doubt." Eleanor hesitated before voicing it. "I was told

that our personal information is safe in the academy, hidden from others. Then... how did you know about my

bloodline?"

Arrichion gave a small smile. "You are correct. Personal records remain sealed in the academy system. But the

academy grants professors and instructors limited access to the basic information of cadets under their care...

enough to guide your training properly. | can view only your core details and your recorded achievements. No

more. And don’t worry... only your direct teachers have that privilege. We have all sworn an oath never to exploit

or disclose that knowledge."

Relief washed over her at his words. By then, they had reached the dormitory entrance. Eleanor thanked the

instructor politely before turning toward her room.

The moment she stepped inside her room, exhaustion pressed down on her like a physical weight. Even so, she

forced herself to change clothes and stumble into the shower.

The shower did the trick. She felt clean after the long day and slightly more refreshed. Then she carried the

snacks to the table, sat down, and began eating. Her hunger was almost ravenous—she finished all the snacks

Ophelia had given her, along with sfrom her personal stash.

Afterwards, she opened the laptop for Nora to check the academy servers, as usual. Nora had already discovered

several servers and breached many connections, but so far she hadn't found any lead that could establish

contact with the outside world.

Afterwards, she collapsed onto her bed, her body finally surrendering to fatigue.

As her eyes fluttered shut, one ache pierced through the haze of weariness. She missed her daughter. The long

day of battle and training had kept her too occupied even to think of Freya. Now, alone in the quiet, her little

girl's smiling face surfaced before her, warm and bright. Then another image intruded... Ethan's cold, unyielding

expression. Both lingered in her mind as her consciousness slipped into darkness.

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Thousands of miles away, Freya slept soundly in the back seat of Ethan's car. Life had felt like a grand adventure

ever since her mother left for the academy. Her father had been taking her to playgrounds where she could

mingle with other children. The games were simple... even too childish for her level, but she enjoyed them. Her

mother rarely allowed her to play outside, and now she was free to run, laugh, and discover silly things.

That afternoon, after school, Ethan had brought her to the park. Afterwards, they had gone to see a newly

released Disney film. By the tthey were on the road home, Freya was too tired to stay awake. She curled up

on the seat, drifting into dreams.

The car was parked on a deserted branch road, far from traffic. Outside, Ethan stood motionless, his cold

expression chilling the already frigid night.

"How many?" His voice carried a faint edge of fury.

"Five. All vampires," Sebastian replied. He was clad in his usual black uniform and mask, faceless in the dim

light. To any stranger, he would have been unrecognisable.

"Any survivors?" Ethan asked.

"None. They were prepared. We tried to capture one alive, but they took poison pills before we could restrain

them."

"Understood. Report it to the command centre. Increase vigilance around Freya," Ethan ordered, re-entering the

car without another word.

Sebastian remained still until the car door shut. Then, like smoke consumed by the night, he dissolved into the

shadows.

Ethan gently adjusted Freya's sleeping posture before settling beside her. The car eased back onto the road.

He had expected that once Eleanor left for the academy, others might turn their eyes toward Freya... but not this

soon.

Earlier that day, while she played in

the park, he had felt it... the weight of

a gaze from afar, a strong m

supernatural presedédatatehing.

TRAShhISH guards were always

hidden nearby, and his own

bodyguards lingered within reach.

Yet Ethan had known that if the

opponent was truly powerful, they

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To be certain the threat was aimed at

them, he had taken Freya to the

cinema. The watchers followed,

though they kept their distance and

did hot Dis the theatre. That was

confirmation enough. While the film

played, Ethan had contacted

Sebastian and the shadow guards

stationed at the villa. Together, they

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This deserted branch road was

chosen precisely for that reason...

offices closed, traffic thin, witnesses

absent. | wag the perfedt ground for

ine where hunters could

becthe hunted. The plan had

succeeded, but not completely...

every enemy was dead, and with

none taken alive, the hand behind

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At least one thing was certain... the attack had cfrom the supernatural community.

Ethan sighed, his cold expression softening as his gaze lingered on his daughter's innocent face. Freya slept

peacefully, unaware of the danger that stalked her.

"Without Eleanor here, they've grown bolder," he thought grimly, sighing again. A heavy urge pressed upon

him... the need to grow stronger, and quickly.