CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT - Echoes In Empty Hallways

Victor's style was different—more aggressive, more theatrical. He moved with the confidence of someone who had rarely tasted defeat, his posture almost arrogant as he continued to circle. The torchlight caught the silver threads in his dark hair, casting ominous shadows across his face as his lips curled into a predatory smile. Victor struck first, a lightning-fast jab that Lucas barely dodged. The younger wolf countered with a sweeping kick that Victor jumped over effortlessly. The older Alpha's fist passed so close to Lucas's face that he felt the displacement of air against his cheek. He bent backward at the waist, the movement fluid and precise, before pivoting on his back foot and launching the sweeping kick. His leg cut through the air in a perfect arc, aiming for Victor's ankles. Victor's reaction was immediate. He leapt upward with supernatural grace, tucking his knees to his chest to clear the sweep completely before landing soundlessly on the balls of his feet, already reb