Chapter 115. Opponent Swap

Eryndor’s POV

I never saw Cris’s punch coming. One moment he was snarling in his faux Lycan form, and the next, his entire arm had crystallized into a hardened red fist that connected squarely with my jaw. The impact detonated under my skin, propelling me forward at such speed I had no idea where I’d end up. The world blurred, and before I could brace for another blow, I crashed into someone half-naked—Rydan—sending us both sprawling.

I scrambled to my feet, dazed, as Rydan propped himself up with his spear like an emergency crutch. Miraculously, neither of us suffered more than bruises from that unexpected collision, but the scene had certainly thrown off Rydan’s current opponent. From where I stood, she looked oddly human for a Lycan—her features softer, her limbs leaner. A hybrid transformation? I didn’t want to speculate too much; hybrids tended to be unpredictable.

“Where did you come from?!” Rydan barked, eyes wide. His chest heaved as he steadied hims