Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 5 - Life

Eleanor woke up in a daze. She couldn't see clearly; it was like a hazy world. Her ears twitched slightly as sharp

beeping sounds entered her awareness. Footsteps cand went nearby, and someone was talking in the

distance, though she couldn't make out the words. The thick smell of antiseptic numbed her senses. She blinked

several times, trying to adjust her vision, and gradually, the room around her becclearer. She was still in the

place Ethan called 'the infirmary".

She tried to sit up but failed. Her hands and feet were still strapped to the bed.

Sensing her movement, Ethan stood up from his chair and walked toward her. "Good morning, Eleanor. How do

you feel?"

Without thinking, she replied automatically, "Nauseous. The thick antiseptic smell is overwhelming."

She suddenly stopped as her mind caught up with her situation. She turned to Ethan, her voice tense with

anticipation. "Ethan, was the process successful?"

Ethan gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Everything went well. You and your baby are both fine and

healthy. My mother checked both of you and found no complications."

Eleanor glanced down at herself. "Then why am | still bound?"

Ethan's expression grew serious. "First, look at your body. You're in your werewolf form now. Your body needs

tto adjust. Your senses should be sharper, your body stronger, and your instincts more primal. Newly turned

werewolves often experience uncontrollable urges... intense hunger, aggression, and heightened emotions.

That's why you're still bound, to prevent any accidental harm. Once you adjust, we'll remove the restraints."

Eleanor focused on her senses. Her hearing had improved significantly... she could hear both her and Ethan's

heartbeats clearly. She looked at the ceiling and noticed tiny gaps in the paint she had never seen before. A

strange surge of energy coursed through her veins, making her feel powerful, almost as if she were on an

intoxicating drug.

After taking a moment to assess herself, she asked, "Then how can | get used to my new body if I'm tied up like

this?"

"My mother already called my grandmother. She's an expert in training young werewolves. She'll arrive this

afternoon. With her guidance, you'll learn how to control your abilities and move normally. She'll evaluate your

potential and train you for a few days." Ethan said.

Eleanor hesitated before asking, "And my child?"

Ethan nodded reassuringly. "The child is safe, now infused with werewolf vitality. However, your pregnancy might

progress faster than a human's, as werewolves have accelerated growth rates."

She absorbed the information silently, her mind still reeling from the drastic changes. Then, almost shyly, she

admitted, "I'm hungry."

That afternoon, a middle-aged woman in an elegant executive dress entered the room. Eleanor was fast asleep,

her body still bound. The woman sat in the chair beside her and studied her intently. After a moment, she pulled

out her phone and made a call.

"You still haven't sentthe detailed report on Eleanor Whitmore."

"How much more tdo you need?"

"Fifteen minutes is the final deadline."

Ten minutes later, her phone vibrated. She opened the newly received folder and silently scrolled through the

information. As she read, a faint smirk formed on her otherwise cold, expressionless face.

"Such raw talent," she murmured. "Let's see how you perform under pressure. | hope you don't disappoint me

like the others."

She looked at the sleeping woman, her gaze piercing. Then, in a firm voice, she commanded, "Wake up, Eleanor.

It's tfor your training."

Eleanor, deep in sleep after filling her belly with a large meal, jolted awake. In her groggy state, she saw a

striking woman sitting across from her with an air of absolute authority. She had the poised posture of a

corporate leader, dressed impeccably as if she had just stepped out of a business meeting. Two wolf ears stood

alert on her head, making her presence even more intimidating.

Seeing the woman's unwavering gaze, Eleanor swallowed and hesitantly greeted, "Hello."

The woman stood and walked toward her. "Eleanor Whitmore, welcto the family. | am Fiona Raynor,

Matriarch of the Raynor pack. Here, | am both the law and the executioner. Your only job is to obey my

commands until | say otherwise. Do you understand?"

Eleanor's mouth went dry, and she almost choked on her own breath. Ethan had mentioned his grandmother

would be training her, but he hadn't warned her about this level of intensity.

"I... I understand," Eleanor stammered.

Fiona nodded in approval. "Good. Now, follow me."

She turned toward the door but stopped, remembering the restraints. Without hesitation, she moved back and

undid the bindings, setting Eleanor free before striding out of the room with the scommanding presence.

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"Good," Fiona observed. "Walk slowly. You'll adjust in no time."

Just as Eleanor was about to step out of the room, Fiona added, "Change your clothes. | left an outfit on the

table."

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Fiona gave her an appraising look. "Better." Without another word, she led Eleanor toward the stairs.

As they descended, Eleanor spotted Professor Adrian Raynor sitting on a couch, working on a laptop. When he

noticed her, he smiled warmly.

"Good afternoon, Eleanor. Long time, no see."

Eleanor responded politely, "Good afternoon, Sir. It's nice to see you again."

Fiona was already at the door, so Eleanor didn't linger, quickly following her outside.

As soon as she stepped out, she was

greeted by the sight of lush greenery.

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the hbuse, where several cars were

parked, but beyond that, there were

only towering trees and the sounds

of nature. The sight filled Eleanor

with an unexpected sense of peace.

It was nothing like the urban world

she was used to... it felt primal,

untamed, and strangely... welcoming.

Her lips curled into a small smile. She liked it here.