Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Fate

Stepping off the bus, Eleanor surveyed her surroundings. The highway stretched ahead; she looked at the security cameras positioned near the zebra crossings. If she followed the designated path, there was a risk her image would be captured. Something she couldn't afford now.

Instead, she deviated further down the road, away from the crossing, her footsteps quick but careful. She glanced left, then right. The road was empty.

She stepped onto the asphalt, her heartbeat accelerating with every step. The cold wind nipped at her exposed skin, but she barely noticed. She was so close, just a few more feet, and she'd hurried to cross the road.

Then she heard it. A deafening roar. The aggressive growl of a high-performance engine shattered the silence, reverberating in her ears.

Her head snapped toward the sound just as the shiny frame of a sports car came dashing toward her, headlights glaring like twin suns in the dim light.

Panic surged through her veins, and she bolted. But her body, weakened from exhaustion and hunger, failed her. Her foot caught on a loose stone, and before she could recover, she stumbled forward.

Brakes screeched... metal against rubber, the scent of burning tires filling the air. The blinding glare of headlights came in front of her.

Then pain exploded through her body. The world spun in a dizzying blur. Darkness swallowed her whole world.

**

A low, rhythmic beeping pulled Eleanor from the void of unconsciousness. Her eyelids fluttered, the dim glow of fluorescent light stabbing through the haze. A dull throbbing coursed through her body; her limbs heavy as stone.

As her vision slightly adjusted, her gaze landed on a bizarre sight... a woman seated nearby, scrolling through a phone. But it wasn't the woman's presence that made Eleanor's breath hitch.

It was her face.

Or rather, the animalistic muzzle covered in short, russet fur. Large, pointed ears twitched above her head, glasses perched neatly on her narrow snout. A fox's head on a human body.

Panic flared in Eleanor's chest. Her sluggish mind barely managed to string together a thought. "Am I in hell? Is this some kind of nightmare?" she thought.

"What kind of hell is this...? There's no peace even after death..." she muttered weakly; her voice hoarse. A heavy sigh escaped her lips before unconsciousness claimed her again.

Dr. Selene Raynor, the woman with the foxlike features, turned her head as Eleanor's faint words reached her sensitive ears. Her golden eyes narrowed with mild amusement.

"She's awake," she murmured to herself, setting her phone aside. Rising from her chair, she moved to the bedside, checking the young woman's vitals with practiced efficiency. Satisfied, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Ethan, come to the infirmary," she instructed. "She regained consciousness."

A deep male voice responded immediately, "I'll be there in two minutes."

True to his word, Ethan Raynor arrived swiftly, his gaze landing on the unconscious form of Eleanor Whitmore. His brow furrowed.

"She passed out again?" he asked.

Selene nodded. "Yes, but not from her injuries. I believe she saw me in my wolf form and couldn't handle the shock."

Ethan let out a low sigh. "That... makes sense."

"Don't worry," Selene reassured him. "She'll wake up soon. When she does, you'll need to explain everything to her. She has a choice to make, and I can delay it only until tomorrow."

She hesitated, then asked, "Did you erase all security footage?"

Ethan gave a curt nod. "Yes. From the park to here, there's no trace of her escape. If I hadn't recognized her clothes, tracking her would've been difficult."

Selene exhaled slowly. "It seems she was running away from something. She hasn't eaten properly in at least two or three days. She had cash and jewelry on her, but no phone or personal device. That tells me she left her home for good."

Ethan's jaw tightened. "I figured as much. That's why I made sure the police wouldn't be able to trace her. I also asked Uncle Xavier to remove her scent from key locations so that the tracking dogs won't pick up her trail."

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