Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Bad News

Erevan Brontes Lychos stood before an archway made entirely of living vines. Its structure pulsed with life, its thick green cords braided into an elegant curve. Small, multicolored flowers blossomed from it, swaying gently even in the absence of wind, exuding a soft floral scent that made the entire passage feel dreamlike... an otherworldly threshold between realms.

He paused briefly, awed despite having seen this place before. This was the entrance to the Inner Circle of Yggdrasil, the sacred core where the world tree anchored its roots deep into the Earth’s soul.

This was his fourth time passing through.

The first had been during his youth, led by his father Damon Brontes Lychos, who had brought him here to be introduced as the heir apparent. It was a solemn rite, one he remembered vividly.

The second was for his Ascendant Trial... the trial that allowed an awakened to step into ascendance, gaining greater power and build spiritual core inside the body.

The third visit had been purely for training purposes, seeking opportunities in the other world for advancement of ascendant level.

But today was different.

Today, Erevan was not a crown prince or a heir apparent.

He came as the King of Werewolves... not yet crowned in ceremony, but already reigning in power. His rule, though recent, had already begun and spread throughout the supernatural world.

He instructed his entourage to wait outside the boundary and walked forward alone. As he passed through the vine-gate, a subtle shimmer wrapped around him, and the air grew warmer, richer. The bustling life of the outer realm faded behind him.

Fairies flitted past... radiant beings with transparent wings like large dragonflies and halos of light over their brows. Some carried scrolls. Others swept pollen across floating blossoms, or gathered dew into crystal flasks. None paid Erevan any attention, for they knew none could enter this sacred ground without Yggdrasil’s permission. If he stood here, it was because the world tree allowed it.

Then, a voice echoed... not through his ears, but within his mind.

"Erevan Brontes Lychos, son of Damon Brontes Lychos. King of Werewolves. Close your eyes, and walk forward."

It was Yggdrasil who communicated through mind. The ancient voice was serene yet immense, like the deep hum of the cosmos.

Erevan obeyed. He closed his eyes and moved forward step by step. The ground under his feet felt soft and warm, like moss kissed by starlight. A sense of timelessness overcame him... he no longer felt his heartbeat, nor the weight of his limbs.

Then the voice returned.

"Stop. Open your eyes."

He did and looked around in awe. Before him stood the colossal trunk of Yggdrasil. Its bark shimmered like gold-veined mahogany, and its roots pulsed with the colors of life: blue, green, gold, and white. The branches high above disappeared into clouds of starlight, where they were emitting emerald green glow.

Erevan bowed in respect, his voice steady and full of reverence. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Lord Yggdrasil, thank you for granting me this audience."

"There is no need for such formality, King of Werewolves," the tree replied through their mental link. "You know the protocol. Choose a vine that resonates with you."

Erevan stepped closer and reached for a vine that came down from above branches and glowed with gentle white light. As he touched it, the vine responded, releasing countless threadlike tendrils that extended and wrapped around him gently, as if encasing in mother’s womb.

In a heartbeat, his body was cocooned in white light. He no longer stood in the grove... but floated in a boundless white void.

Here, Yggdrasil’s consciousness would merge with his memories. It was more than communication... it was communion. The tree didn’t simply listen. It experienced his whole life.

Then, the voice returned.

"Congratulations on finding your daughter! With the inheritance of your strong bloodline, she might become a great asset to the balance we strive for."

"Thank you," Erevan responded, humbled.

"Your decision to use all one hundred slots at once is bold... and logical, given the urgency of your heart. However, it comes with a great cost. If some exceptional talents are born in the next two centuries, there will be no remaining slot for them."

Erevan paused. He hadn’t thought that far. His excitement had blinded him to the long-term implications.

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