We circled each other, exchanging experimental blows, neither of us fully committing yet. I could feel him testing me, assessing my style and strengths.
"You fight like both a wolf and something else entirely," Maison observed, blocking another of my strikes with his forearm. "The Moon Wolf techniques?"
I nodded, dancing back from his counterattack with a fluid grace that seemed to surprise him. "My mother taught me the basics before she died. I've been practising from memory and instinct ever since."
We continued our sparring match, the intensity gradually increasing as we each became more comfortable with the other's style. Jackson watched from the sidelines, his analytical gaze missing nothing.
"Your footwork is unique," he called out. "But your left side opens up when you transitio
