Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 92: No One Named Eleanor Whitmore

For the next few minutes, Fiona carefully explained the nature of Earth-related abilities, including how they

manifested in combat and how Elder Bedivere would assist Ethan in preparing for the upcoming duel. Earth users

were versatile and dangerous... able to manipulate terrain, control vibrations, and even generate rock armour-

like defences. The most formidable ones could harden their bodies to the level of steel using techniques passed

down by the Fenroth Clan.

Although Ethan had no precise information about Lucian’s abilities, Fiona believed that with the right

preparation, he could respond to any form of attack. She emphasized the importance of engaging in a battle of

attrition. If Lucian relied on Fenroth’s methods to bolster his endurance, Ethan had to make sure not to give him

a chance to land a blow on him.

Once the strategy was laid out, Fiona handed Ethan an envelope with the Council's golden emblem.

"This cin the morning," she said. "Read it carefully."

Ethan opened the letter and scanned the printed words with growing interest. It was an official duel invitation,

issued and signed by Matthias Graventhal, the Arbiter of the Werewolf Council. The letter outlined the terms of

the duel... date, venue, combat conditions, and sclause.

He frowned. "Why did they schedule the duel one month later? What's the catch?"

Fiona rested her elbows on the armrest, lacing her fingers thoughtfully. "I suspect Lucian negotiated for this

delay. Likely, someone promised him rare training resources... possibly even advanced Fenroth techniques after

issuing the challenge. One month is enough to sharpen an already competent warrior."

She paused, her gaze turning sharp. "But what concernsmore is this condition... they've limited the audience

to those under one hundred years old. It's absurd. That clause effectively bans most of our clan’s experienced

warriors from attending."

Ethan understood immediately. "It's a political move. If we object, they'll twist the narrative. Claim we're trying

to intimidate Lucian by bringing powerful elders. But if we accept, they control the crowd and environment."

He exhaled slowly and added, "I think | should attend the duel alone. You can arrange for a neutral Council

member to spectate. Their presence would deter any foul play behind the Arbiter’s back."

Fiona raised an eyebrow but eventually nodded. "If you're fine with this, | won't object. I'll arrange for someone

trustworthy to be there. We'll accept all the terms."

Just then, Ethan’s phone buzzed. A message lit up his screen:

"Whitmore family has a meeting tonight."

He looked up at Fiona. "I need to attend to something urgent. I'll begin training from tomorrow night."

Fiona waved him off. "Go. I'll inform you if anything changes."

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That night, under a sky dusted with starlight and the pale crescent moon hanging in the west, a black sedan

entered the Whitmore estate. Inside the car were James Clifford and his mother, Phoebe Baker. It was Phoebe’s

first official visit to the Whitmores since James’s engagement to Jennifer Whitmore.

William Whitmore, his wife Jeanne Baker, and Jennifer stood at the entrance to receive them. The family

exchanged greetings, but it was clear the atmosphere wasn’t one of celebration. Tension rippled just beneath the

surface.

After a brief chat, William invited them to the dining hall for dinner. But James declined politely.

"There's a serious matter we need to discuss first," he said.

The group moved to William's private study... a large oak-panelled room filled with leather-bound books, vintage

clocks, and an antique globe near the fireplace.

James sat forward; his hands clasped tightly as he began.

"I met Eleanor at a recent banquet," he said. "She was with Edward Miller. The chairman of Miller Group. |

approached her, but she didn’t recognize me. | think she had memory loss and forgot everything."

He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "That madesuspicious, so | hired a private

investigator to dig deeper. What he found is... alarming."

Everyone leaned in.

James continued, "The detective confirmed that Eleanor and Edward have only been seen together once. No

further interactions. But here’s where things get strange... he couldn't find any trace of Eleanor Whitmore in the

system."

Jennifer frowned. "What do you mean, "no trace’?"

"Literally," James said. "Her social media accounts are gone. The detective checked Facebook, Instagram,

LinkedIn... nothing. You can search her nonline now to see."

William and Jennifer took out their mobile phones and searched, but there was no one named Eleanor Whitmore.

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"That's absurd," William muttered. "Surely this is just... a coincidence?"

"No, it’s coordinated," James replied. "The detective believes someone has gone to extraordinary lengths to

erase Eleanor’s existence. He's pulling out of the case. Said it’s beyond his pay grade now."

Phoebe, who had remained silent throughout, finally spoke. "Does it matter who's behind this? Honestly, | think

it’s a good thing that Eleanor has lost her memories."

Everyone turned toward her. The calmness in her voice was chilling.

"If she ever finds out our involvement in her rape case..." Phoebe’s voice trailed off. Her eyes locked on

William's.

No one said a word. A wave of silence washed over the room.

A cold shiver ran down Jennifer's spine. Jeanne covered her mouth in horror.