Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Lunargarde, Lauterbrunnen Valley, Bernese Oberland, Swiss Alps.

In the coliseum, under the watchful eye of a Graventhal Clan elder acting as referee, the long-anticipated fight between Ethan Raynor and Lucian Greymoore finally began.

Lucian didn’t waste a second on formalities. The moment the referee declared the start of the match, he launched his attack without hesitation.

He stomped on the ground with such force that the audience heard a resounding boom. The arena floor cracked beneath his feet like shattered glass, the fractures racing outward toward Ethan. Suddenly, a cluster of stone spikes erupted beneath Ethan’s position.

The crowd gasped.

"Such an attack right at the start! Lucian is dead serious."

"Earth spike attacks are common, but look... he forged them from solid stone! That’s much harder to defend against."

"Look at his speed! I bet Ethan’s going to be dead meat by the end of this."

"Don’t talk... look! Ethan dodged it!"

Ethan sidestepped with surgical elegance at the last possible moment. He weaved back and forth, evading the incoming assault. Lucian had already launched a barrage of broken concrete shards, hurling them at super speed.

They came so fast and in such overwhelming numbers that, despite his evasive maneuvers, Ethan had to take a few of the smaller shards head-on. When dodging became nearly impossible, he leapt into the air with such grace it looked as though he were floating.