Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: The Priest of Werewolves

On the second throne, Erevan Brontes Lychos sat in utter silence. His green eyes stared ahead at the massive doors of the throne room, yet anyone observant enough could tell he wasn’t truly looking at anything. His gaze was hollow, vacant... as if his soul were drifting through a void. It wasn’t the stare of a prince overseeing a kingdom, but of a man who had suddenly lost his purpose.

His mind churned with grief and uncertainty. Just hours ago, in the hallowed ancestral hall of House Lychos, the life crystal of his father had shattered.

It had not cracked. It had not dimmed even. It had broken into glimmering fragments... a silent scream of death, unmistakable and irreversible. And what that meant was clear. Damon Brontes Lychos, the King of the Werewolves, had died in the other world.

The only ones who knew of this were the butler of the Lychos Clan, an elderly servant who had found the shattered crystal, and Erevan himself. Upon receiving the news, Erevan had decisively acted to suppress the information. Panic and chaos had no place in his reign.

He had immediately summoned the one person he trusted beyond doubt... Sarika Somavati Harivamsa.

Sarika was no ordinary counselor. She was the Priest of the Werewolves and the spiritual guide of the Werewolf Council. Revered across the clans, Sarika had once served beside Erevan’s father, offering wisdom that had influenced royal decisions for decades. Her words in the council carried the weight of prophecy and experience, though she rarely invoked her seer’s gift anymore.

In her youth, she had once tried to reshape fate by revealing fragments of the future... and the consequences had been catastrophic. A minor intervention had led to a domino effect, ending in a catastrophe she could never forget. Since then, Sarika had sworn not to meddle directly in fate’s flow. She had chosen instead to advise... to illuminate the path, but never to push anyone down it.

Yet to Erevan, she was not just a priest or advisor. She was the compass to his storm-lost vessel.

After sharing the devastating news with her, he had waited in silence for guidance, for something... anything... to decide his future.

Thirty years ago, Erevan had been in the other world, training and forging strength away from court life, when a similar event nearly destroyed his world.

His father, while on an interworld visit through the sacred teleportation gate of Yggdrasil, had disappeared. The gate, ancient and powerful as it was, occasionally misaligned during transit... a rare phenomenon caused by cosmic turbulence. Such incidents were extremely uncommon, less than one in a thousand... but when they occurred, the consequences were fatal. Damon Brontes Lychos might be materialized deep within a hostile tribe’s territory, and contact had been lost ever since.

Back then, the council had called Erevan back urgently to stabilize the court. But the life crystal had remained intact, which meant his father was alive. Erevan had ruled as the acting head of the kingdom ever since, always hoping, always believing that his father would one day return to reclaim the throne. And he would be a free bird again.

But that hope was gone now. It completely shattered like the crystal.

He felt like a boat adrift in a stormy ocean... directionless, overwhelmed, and on the verge of capsizing.

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