Urdon Pov
My right shoulder was on fire. I could feel the blood soaking into my fur and running down my leg. It made the floor slippery. Every time I tried to put weight on that side, my elbow buckled. Viktor was standing ten feet away, watching me bleed. He looked like he had already won. He was breathing hard, but his eyes were clear.
"You can't even stand straight, Urdon," Viktor said. He wiped a streak of blood from his forehead and flicked it onto the floor.
"I am standing," I said. My voice sounded like gravel rattling in a tin can.
"Barely," Viktor said.
I looked past him. Freda was standing by the stairs. Her face was pale and her hands were clamped onto the banister so hard her knuckles were white. She looked like she wanted to run into the middle of the room. I shook my head once, just enough for her to see. If she moved, the crossbows would fire.
"Finish it, Viktor!" Silas yelled from the wall.
