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~Rowan's POV
Fridolf straightened, laughing, actually laughing. "Is that the best the sons of Richard can do?" he mocked. "You've grown soft. Your father would have been ashamed."
Damon snarled, his wolf eyes burning bright gold. "You have no right to say his name!"
Fridolf raised his sword again, his smile never fading. "I have every right. I gave him his end, just as I'll give you yours."
Kael lunged first. Fridolf met him head-on, their blades clashing. Sparks flew. Fridolf moved like a shadow, every strike clean and precise. He wasn't just fighting, he was enjoying it.
Damon rushed in beside Kael, claws slicing across Fridolf's arm. Blood splattered across the dirt. Fridolf hissed and countered with a powerful swing, cutting into Damon's shoulder. Damon stumbled back but didn't fall.
Their men were still fighting all around us. Growls, cries, the wet sound of claws tearing flesh, chaos everywhere. But all I could see was Fridolf.
