Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 115: Inside the Pocket Dimension

Chapter 115: Inside the Pocket Dimension

Freya instantly liked the old man. Edward Miller had unknowingly earned a place in her good graces with a simple compliment... telling her she looked like her mother. Freya adored Eleanor. She admired everything about her, from her warm smile to her bravery. To Freya, her mother wasn’t just a parent... she was a superhero. Being compared to her in any way instantly won her over.

Seeing the little girl’s bright smile, Edward’s affection for her deepened. There was something pure and radiant about her that reminded him of a gentler time.

"Young lady," Edward said with a kindly tone, "may I invite you to meet my granddaughter sometime?"

Eleanor quickly stepped in before Freya could answer. "I didn’t know your granddaughter was here, Mr. Miller. Unfortunately, we have some important matters to take care of today. But we’ll definitely visit her next time."

At that moment, the elevator dinged, arriving at their floor. Eleanor and Freya smiled and bid Edward farewell before stepping inside. As the elevator doors closed, Edward stood in the hallway for a moment, watching them leave with a fond smile. Then, with a shake of his head, he turned and headed upstairs to his office. He, too, had work to finish.

***

In the pocket dimension of the Raynor Clan, a place suspended beyond time and space, Ethan was immersed in rigorous training under the watchful eyes of Elder Bedivere Raynor.

Sweat trickled down his temples, soaking his collar. His breaths came in short, sharp bursts. Each movement, each swing of his sword, was precise yet strained. But he didn’t stop. Not even for a second.

The upcoming duel was more than a challenge. It was an opportunity... a moment to prove himself to the world, to the clan, and perhaps, most importantly, to her.

Since Eleanor’s bloodline awakening, she had become something extraordinary, transcending the limits towards impossible. She had soared ahead of him in strength and status. Though he never said it aloud, a part of Ethan felt he had to catch up.... not just as her pursuer, but as a man who once saw himself as her protector. That role had somewhat shifted after her awakening.

Now, he wanted to prove that he was worthy to stand beside her.

And so he trained harder, faster, pushing his limits. He had already decided that after the duel, he would seek permission to enter the other world. There, he believed, he could find the power he needed to evolve.

While Ethan continued sparring, Fiona stepped into the pocket dimension. Without delay, she headed toward her mother’s residence. As she entered the elegant garden courtyard where Oswyn Elizabeth Raynor meditating, her mother looked up, surprised by her arrival.

"Fiona? What brings you here at this hour?" Oswyn asked, setting aside a book she had been reading.

Fiona took a deep breath, her expression serious. "Mother, something urgent has come up. I came to seek your counsel."

Oswyn straightened her posture immediately, sensing the gravity in her daughter’s voice. "What happened?"

"The Heir Apparent has called an emergency council meeting," Fiona said. "It’s scheduled for 12 GMT tomorrow. All council members are expected to attend in person."

Oswyn’s brow furrowed slightly. "That’s unusual. Did he mention the reason?"

Fiona shook her head. "No. But I dug around for information. Everything seems... calm. Too calm for such a sudden meeting. The only oddity is that the priest was already at Brontes Island before the summons went out. And then, I heard something else... the entire Lychos Clan has been called back to their island. Their security has intensified. It’s almost as if they’re expecting an attack."

She paused, her voice lower now. "But there’s no sign of global tension. Nothing has happened to justify that level of caution."

Oswyn’s gaze grew sharper. "Then the only logical explanation is internal. Something’s changed within the Royal Family."

Fiona nodded. "That’s my conclusion too. But the Royal Palace has shown no visible signs of unrest. It’s confusing."

Oswyn exhaled slowly. "His Highness Erevan has ruled over the werewolves for nearly thirty years. No one has dared to challenge his position in all this time. But if he’s calling an emergency meeting, there’s only one possibility."

She looked her daughter in the eye. "The King of Werewolves has finally perished."

Fiona’s eyes widened. "The king is... dead? I can’t believe it."

Oswyn scoffed. "It was bound to happen sooner or later. He was lost in teleportation three decades ago. What amazes me is how he survived for so long afterward. That old bastard was tougher than granite. But if Erevan is summoning the council and the priest is present, then it’s clear... he intends to be crowned. And rightly so."

She folded her arms. "Without a king, there is no heir apparent. Erevan will need to be formally declared king so that his authority is undisputed during the mourning period."

Fiona’s voice trembled slightly. "Then... what should we do?"

Oswyn smirked. "We do what the smart do... we follow the flow. First, throw some money to arrange global prayer ceremonies during the next full moon. Make it grand. Show respect. Let the people mourn."

She leaned forward slightly. "If that damned priest supports Erevan, then you must be the first to stand behind her proposal. However... if she remains silent, so should you. In times like this, the priest’s stance will dictate the room. Do not misstep."

Fiona bowed her head. "I understand. I’ll do exactly as you say."

"Good," Oswyn said with a rare smile. "One more thing... I was going to tell you later, but since you’re here, you should know. I’ve reached the peak of my current power. The time has come for me to attempt a breakthrough."

Fiona stiffened. "You’re leaving?"

"In about a month," Oswyn replied. "I’m preparing to enter the other world. That’s the only place left for me to grow stronger. Besides, we were among the ones who vowed to conquer that world for Earth’s future. I must uphold that promise."

Fiona’s voice grew soft. "But what about me? What am I supposed to do once you’re gone?"

Oswyn’s expression softened. "You’ll do what you’ve always done... lead with your head held high. We cannot live forever, but we can leave behind a legacy. And remember, power is only one part of strength. The other is will."

Fiona took a steadying breath. "I’ll return after the council meeting. We’ll talk more then."

She gave her mother a respectful nod, then walked out of the pocket dimension.

Back in the real world, Fiona boarded her helicopter and flew directly to the Manchester airport. Her private jet was already waiting on the runway. Without wasting a moment, she boarded the plane.

After three and a half hours of flight, the jet landed smoothly at Santorini International Airport. As she stepped out, a sleek black helicopter stood ready on the tarmac. The pilot opened the door, and Fiona climbed aboard.

Within moments, the rotor blades began to spin, and the helicopter rose into the air and flew towards Brontes Island.