Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Attack at the Hotel

Before Eleanor could bring them down completely, a bullet whizzed past... just an inch above Anatoly’s head. The sharp crack of impact shattered the momentary calm as glass splintered across the room.

Eleanor’s eyes darted to the small hole in the window and the mark on the wall. The target was clear. Anatoly Ignatov. If he had remained standing a second longer, his head would have been blown off.

Without flinching, Eleanor looked straight into his eyes. "You’re the target. Lie down. Don’t move. I’ll handle the rest."

Her tone left no room for argument.

She turned toward her guards. "Sebastian, pull down the curtains. We have a sniper. Proceed with extreme caution."

The shadow team, trained for moments like this, crawled across the floor and reached the windows. One of them yanked the thick curtains closed, casting the restaurant into a dim, tense silence.

Chaos exploded soon after.

Most of the guests had frozen for a few seconds, stunned by the sudden violence. But as reality sank in... the shattering glass, the sound of a bullet embedding in the wall... panic took over. Screams pierced the air as people scrambled to escape. Some overturned chairs, others crawled under tables. A few headed for the exit in a mad rush, their shoes slipping on the polished floor.

Despite the disorder, Eleanor remained calm. She crouched low and surveyed the scene. A few tables away, oil shipping tycoon Vladimir Egorov and his private security team were lying on the floor. His men, likely ex-military, had reacted swiftly, shielding their boss.

Sebastian crawled over to Eleanor and whispered, "Ma’am, I suggest we leave immediately. They may send a backup team to cover for the failed hit."

"Agreed," Eleanor nodded. She turned on her earpiece. "Comms check."

"Always on," Sebastian replied instantly.

She glanced at Anastasiya, who was still sitting on the floor, visibly shaken. "Miss, is this man important to you?" Eleanor asked, pointing toward Anatoly.

Anastasiya nodded, her voice quieter than before. "Yes, very."

It was the first time she had ever been in a situation like this... where her life was genuinely in danger. She had sparred with blades and trained in combat, but no one had ever tried to assassinate her. Watching how Eleanor and her team responded... calm, coordinated, lethal... sent a chill down her spine.

She suddenly understood why Eleanor was so respected... and feared.

Across from her, Anatoly was also trying to comprehend the sudden threat to his life. He watched Eleanor with curiosity and wariness. If Natasha had said he wasn’t important, he suspected the young woman would’ve left him to die without blinking. A bitter smile touched his lips.

"Is this what it means to operate at the top?" he thought.

He recalled why he might be targeted and understood. "They finally made their move," he muttered to himself. "But a sniper? I wasn’t prepared for that."

Raphael appeared beside him and crouched low. "Can you walk?" he asked.

Anatoly gave a slight nod.

"Good. Follow us. Head down and stay close."

The team moved swiftly, making their way to the kitchen at the back of the restaurant. A few kitchen staff were hiding behind shelves and counters.

"Where’s the service door?" Sebastian asked one of them.

A trembling man pointed to a bright orange door in the corner. The team moved silently, leading the group through the door and into a staircase. They climbed quickly to the top floor, checking each corridor as they passed.

Raphael and Elias went ahead, checking the windows for possible threats.

Once the area was clear, Eleanor gave her next set of orders.

"Sebastian, secure this entire floor. No one comes in without my approval... not even the police. Right now, I don’t trust anyone."

She turned to Cassandra. "Contact the pilot. We leave as soon as the jet is ready."

Cassandra nodded and stepped aside to make the call.

"Raphael, take Mr. Ignatov to your suite. He’ll be safe there. Watch him closely."

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