Chapter 45. Wolfsbane Takedown

Eryndor’s POV

The moment the duel commenced, the hall echoed with the metallic ring of two sharp weapons meeting. My gleaming silver sword met Maevor’s savage claws in a series of harsh, grinding strikes that reverberated off the stone walls. Onlookers hastily cleared a wide circle around us—no one dared interrupt this contest of strength and skill.

I ducked beneath Maevor’s extended arm, rolled between his powerful legs, and slashed upward. My blade found its mark, severing the Achilles tendon in his right ankle and sending the wolfman crashing to the floor. He was down, but far from finished.

With only his left leg supporting him, Maevor slammed his good foot into the ground, propelling himself backward. Before I could press an advantage, he closed the wound as best he could and lunged at me again. His ten razor-sharp claws aimed straight for my heart, but I parried the strike and deflected him.

We retreated to opposite ends of the hall, each catchi