Third Person's POV
Adelaide caught the wooden stick and flipped it back to Lance with a meaningful glance.
"Understood!" she said firmly, fully grasping Lance's intention.
Werewolf duels were brutal. The hatred between Adelaide and Velda was like a ticking time bomb. One misstep, and Adelaide's silver spear could easily end up in Velda's throat.
Velda felt humiliated and sneered, "Using a wooden stick? Very well. Since you're so confident, don't blame me for not holding back."
If she were more magnanimous, she'd have replaced her sword with a wooden stick too.
But defeat wasn't an option—it would cost her too much.
This was where she and Adelaide differed, a class inequality from the start.
And so, fighting a wooden stick with a sword was justified.
The sunset painted the sky red,
