Chapter 45
Siluren came at Raphael like a living avalanche.
From the first clash, it was clear to everyone watching that Siluren's wolf held the advantage in sheer mass.
He was enormous thick neck, broad shoulders, muscles layered upon muscles, built for destruction rather than finesse. Every time he struck, the ground seemed to tremble beneath his paws.
His jaws snapped with bone-crushing power, his claws tore furrows through the earth as if daring Raphael to stand still long enough to be crushed.
Raphael did not.
Instead, he yielded ground.
He moved constantly, circling, retreating just enough to avoid the full brunt of Siluren's attacks.
Where Siluren surged forward with overwhelming force, Raphael slipped aside with sharp, economical movements.
His wolf was smaller, leaner, built for endurance rather than outright dominance.
His muscles coiled rather than bulged, his movements quick and deliberate, conserving energy where Siluren spent it freely.
