Chapter 112. Sylin’s Tactical Defense

Eryndor’s POV

Vaela might have died just then, if Sylin hadn’t reacted in an instant—summoning her snake with barely a thought. The serpent materialized at her side and shot forward like a living whip, its scales flashing in the dim light. It wrapped itself around Vaela’s waist, yanked her back, and pulled her out of the path of the spider’s deadly claws.

Even so, one razor-sharp talon still slashed across Vaela’s ribcage, tearing through fabric and skin. The wound was deep, the bleeding heavy, but not instantly fatal. Vaela gasped, her hand darting to clasp the side of her body as she stumbled.

“Ugh. Thanks for the save,” she muttered through gritted teeth, every breath a stab of pain.

Sylin crouched nearby, one finger pressed to her nose where blood trickled from a fresh cut. She glared at Spinnet, the monstrous spider-lycan with too many legs and too much feral ambition. “That beast is tougher than I gave her credit for,” Sylin said, voice tight wi