Chapter 742: The Dance of Wolves and the Weight of Defeat
The white wolf lunged again, her powerful legs propelling her forward in a burst of speed that sent snow spraying behind her. The dark wolf met her head-on, their bodies colliding with a muffled thud that echoed through the clearing. They tumbled together in a blur of white and silver, snow exploding around them.
Neoma was moving on instinct, her body responding to the fight in a way that felt both foreign and familiar. It had been so long since she'd been free like this, since she'd felt the earth beneath her paws and the wind in her fur. The sensation was intoxicating, and she let herself be carried by it, her movements fluid and powerful.
But Noctis was older, more experienced. He'd been fighting for years, and it showed in the way he moved. Every step was deliberate, every feint calculated. He read her movements before she made them, anticipating her attacks and countering them with ease.
