Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: The Raynor Way to Duel

News spread like wildfire across werewolf society that day... Lucian Greymoore, the Young Master of the Greymoore Clan, had officially challenged Ethan Raynor of the prestigious Raynor Clan to a duel over a business dispute.

It had been six years since the last official duel between werewolves had taken place, making this announcement not just rare but thrilling. Werewolf society, always hungry for action and power, buzzed with excitement. Whispers floated through every clan meeting and gathering, each member speculating whether Ethan Raynor would accept the challenge. Most were confident he would... after all, how could a Raynor back down from a public duel?

Even across oceans, the news couldn’t be ignored. In Vancouver, Margot Greymoore, Lucian’s aunt and a respected elder of the clan, nearly dropped her teacup when she received a call about it.

She called Lucian immediately, her voice sharp with fury the moment he picked up.

"Lucian! Are you out of your mind? What possessed you to challenge someone from the Raynor Clan to a duel? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? We’re not strong enough to bear their wrath if things go wrong!"

Lucian, composed as always, took a deep breath before responding. "Aunt Margot, I understand your concern. But you’ve been living your comfortable life in Vancouver. You’ve been away too long to understand the dynamics back here. I promise you, every step I’ve taken has been discussed and approved by Father."

Margot paused at his words, her temper quickly giving way to anxiety. "Your father agreed to this?" she asked, voice dropping an octave.

"He did," Lucian confirmed. "You know him. He’s cautious but not fearful. He sees this duel as an opportunity, and so do I."

"I suppose if your father’s on board, he must have considered all the risks," she muttered. "Still, be very careful. The Raynors are no joke. They’re one of the council families. That kind of influence doesn’t come without power."

"I’m aware," Lucian replied. "But don’t worry. Ethan is the only one in their clan around my age. I know the limits. I’m not risking the clan’s future... just staking my own pride."

Margot sighed. "You’ve grown a lot, Lucian. But the Raynors might still have tricks up their sleeves. Be prepared for anything, even a sneak attack during the duel."

"I will. Thank you for worrying about me, Aunt," Lucian said sincerely.

He ended the call and stared at his phone for a moment. Dozens of missed calls and messages were waiting from other clan members. Some criticized him; others showed concern. But after he clarified that the clan leader had authorized the duel, the noise died down. Oddly, the overwhelming concern made him feel a deeper connection to his people.

For once, he wasn’t just a young master. He was their representative in an ancient tradition. And that made him... proud.

***

Eleanor learned about the matter from Sebastian Blanc in the evening. She was in her study, going through some files sent by US companies. She immediately called Ethan, and he confirmed the news.

"Is it true? You’ve been called out for a duel?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Yes," Ethan said calmly. "But it’s nothing to worry about. I expected something like this sooner or later."

"A duel can be deadly, Ethan," she pressed. "Why didn’t you resolve the issue at the negotiation table? Business disputes don’t belong in an arena!"

"I tried. But they were already planning something," he explained. "Their delegates acted like they were giving me orders... betas behaving like alphas. That kind of boldness doesn’t come without a push from higher up in their clan. They wanted the fight. I just accepted the inevitable."

"But..."

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