Laila’s turning ritual was successful without any problems. Although there was always a chance of failure... of never coming out alive from such a ritual. But physical condition, personal beliefs, and ntal fortitude gave a greater chance of survival. Eleanor had been confident about Laila’s success, but she beca slightly worried when the white light descended and Laila let out an ear-piercing cry.
This was the first ti Eleanor had observed a turning ritual. Although she herself had been turned, it had happened under very different circumstances. At that ti, she hadn’t been thinking clearly. Whatever life presented in front of her, she simply accepted it... without questions, without resistance.
She had been kidnapped and brutally raped. Then ca the pregnancy, clearly from one of the kidnappers. Her boyfriend had broken up with her. She was devastated, utterly shattered, teetering on the edge of ending her life.
And when she learned that all her misfortunes were orchestrated by her family and boyfriend... and that they were planning to kill her, it was all over. Her entire world collapsed in that single mont.
She didn’t even know why she fled from ho that day. Maybe she wanted to live. Maybe sothing else had stirred inside her. Even now, with her evolved mories when she was able to recall her childhood with painful clarity... she still couldn’t say for sure what had pushed her to run.
When the accident happened on the road, she’d felt... relieved. She had thought her suffering would finally end. She had accepted death as her escape.
Then she woke up. Ethan had brought her to his ho. She was still alive... but inside, she had already died. So, when Selene told her she would not survive without being turned, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to live. She didn’t even react when Ethan revealed he was a werewolf.
She still rembered that dream of the unborn baby, of its pitiful cry. That vision changed everything. That child’s imagined voice gave her the courage to live. She reminded herself constantly: she wasn’t living for herself anymore. She was living for the baby.
She went through the turning with that sole purpose. Whatever Ethan, Selene, or Fiona asked, she followed. Many things were left unexplained. So instructions contradicted each other. But she didn’t care. She endured all of it... for the baby.
By the ti she was fully turned and began thinking clearly, days had passed. Her bloodline had already awakened. She had stepped onto a path she never chose... but one she walked nonetheless.
Now, thinking back, she wondered: if she had been in her right mind, would she have chosen to be turned?
Maybe she would have. Maybe not. But she would have asked questions first.
Turning by an Alpha’s bite was considered extrely dangerous. The chances of survival were so low that unless it was absolutely necessary, no one attempted it. Her condition had been so dire that Ethan believed the risk of turning was less than the certainty of death.
But, sohow, what had happened turned out for the best. Her life now was good. The Raynors were good to her. She had Freya... And Ethan.
A rare smile crept across Eleanor’s lips as she leaned against the seat. Under the fleeting streetlight, no one saw it. Her convoy sped through the quiet midnight road toward her villa.
"Freya might already be asleep," she thought, and opened her eyes to see how long it would take to reach ho. She looked outside the window.
Outside her window, the world whispered in silver and shadow. Pools of streetlamp glow ford golden halos along the roadside, casting a surreal shimr over the foliage. Trees stood like silent sentinels, their limbs half-draped in darkness, half-kissed by light, as though the night itself couldn’t decide whether to conceal or reveal.
A fine mist clung to the ground, thin as silk, rising off the heath that bordered the walkway. It drifted in slow, sleepy waves, catching the light like breath in winter. The sky hung vast and ancient above her... dotted with scattered stars that blinked like distant thoughts... eternal, and indifferent.
She pressed her fingers lightly against the cool glass. The world beyond was still and open, yet it pulsed with a hidden life, a secret rhythm that only those who truly watched could sense.
She imagined the lives flickering in silence... strangers asleep behind quiet windows, foxes darting between hedges, wind carrying forgotten words over the fields. And above all that, the night wore its silence like a crown.
Eleanor breathed in slowly. A thin smile traced her lips... not one of joy, but of recognition. Of understanding. The road didn’t ask who she was. It didn’t care where she had been. It simply stretched forward, offering space. And in that space... there was freedom. A calm, almost sacred detachnt.
"Perhaps everything is like this," she thought. "We think we’re moving toward sothing... ho, aning, closure... but maybe we are simply ant to witness the passing scenes. Like actors who realise too late that the play was never about them."
A lone car passed in the opposite lane, its lights carving a brief, blinding arc through her reality before vanishing into the night.
"A few minutes more..." she thought, and closed her eyes again.
***
Tis had beco extrely difficult for the Whitmore family. When William Whitmore returned ho from the hospital, he found the Whitmore Estate surrounded by a team of security guards. A few uniford police officers stood at the gate, supervising the situation.
After identifying himself, William was inford that the estate was legally owned by Esralda Langford, and had officially reverted to the Langford family. As the forr Chairman of EverBuild Solutions Limited, William had been residing there, but the family had now transferred residence rights to the company’s new CEO. The guards had been dispatched by the company to secure the premises.
The Langfords had filed a court application requesting possession of the estate. The court had granted their request, ordering William and his family to vacate the property within seven days. They were permitted to take personal belongings... but only in the presence of police, who would verify ownership of all items being removed.
William had anticipated this eventuality once he lost control of EverBuild. He was still in his senses enough not to challenge an Earl’s claim on kingdom soil with forged docunts.
Once the police granted him access, he found the estate staff cowering in fear. Learning that no one had actually entered the premises but only stood guard, gave him so relief.
Already resolved to leave the country and having suffered far greater losses, William felt no grief over losing the estate. He went to his bedroom and contacted a solicitor friend, explaining the situation and requesting an urgent visit.
Then, moving to his study, he destroyed all sensitive docunts, gathered the paperwork related to his properties into a single folder, and drafted a list of assets he could sell. He imdiately called Mr Sanders.
Fortunately, Sanders agreed to act as the diator in selling the remaining properties. He asked no questions about the estate and confird that he would bring a prospective buyer the following day. The conversation lifted William’s mood slightly.
Next, he packed all bank records, gold, diamond jewellery, and other valuables into his personal vault.
Later, he gathered the estate staff in the drawing room, paid their outstanding wages in cash, and asked them to stay away for a few days. He told them there was an ownership dispute regarding the house and that he would call them once it was resolved.
The staff departed quietly with their belongings. None of them wished to be caught in a power struggle between the wealthy.
Shortly after, William’s solicitor friend arrived. William explained everything. Together, they went to speak with the police on duty. The officers presented the court order, and after so discussion, William understood his options. Apart from the villa itself and fixed furniture, he was permitted to take any personal possessions that could be proven as his own.
The solicitor advised him to rent a temporary residence and move out as soon as possible. But William inford him he had another furnished villa in his hands, that he would move there. He didn’t want the news of his departure to spread just yet.
Thanking his friend, he headed straight to the hospital with the docunts related to his sellable assets.
Upon learning what had happened, Jeanne was livid. She cursed the ancestors of the Langford family with venom.
Jennifer, in contrast, remained composed.
"Calm down, Mum," she said. "If you break down over sothing like this, how are we going to survive what’s coming? Look at ... I’m being torn apart online. The whole internet’s calling nas I never imagined. We’ve already lived far above our ans... on Esralda’s wealth, no less. It’s only natural that the Langfords would be angry. I doubt this is the end of it. We should leave the kingdom as soon as possible."
William added, "Mr Sanders said he’ll bring a buyer tomorrow. He also agreed to purchase your shares at the sa premium he gave . If everything goes well, by tomorrow evening we’ll have converted all our properties into cash."
Jennifer nodded. "Dad, we own three cars. Add them to the list."
"I’ve already contacted the dealership," William replied. "They’ll take them back tomorrow."
Jeanne frowned. "If we sell all the cars, how will we move?"
"Mum, you’re just too used to a certain lifestyle," Jennifer said. "We can use Uber if needed. Besides, if everything goes smoothly tomorrow, we’ll leave the kingdom the day after. Once we’re in the US, you can buy the sa model of car again."
Jeanne turned to William. "What about my jewellery?"
"I plan to sell it and take the cash to the US," William replied. "If we travel with it, we might run into tax issues."
"He’s right," said Jennifer. "Other than our clothes and whatever we can easily carry, everything else should be liquidated. We can access our bank accounts abroad easily. A full transfer will be smoother."
It was well past midnight. The hospital, except for the ergency wing, had settled into silence. But in their private room, the three mbers of the Whitmore family sat wide awake... planning their escape, and grasping for a future in the ruins of their past.
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