An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The sounds of battle echoed under the streetlights. Shouts of pain mixed with the clash of weapons could be heard. Five figures were locked in a deadly struggle, and blood splattered across the ground.

The fight raged for nearly half an hour until the noise gradually subsided. The five figures lay motionless in pools of blood.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, three of the black-clad assassins were confirmed dead. One’s neck was snapped, another’s chest pierced, and the last had bled out from a fatal wound.

Jovian and Boston were in no better condition.

Boston was soaked in blood. His body was riddled with deep cuts, some so severe they exposed the bone beneath.

Jovian wasn’t much better. His abdomen and shoulder were slashed. His right arm had been severed, and he was left in a pitiful state.

Boston coughed. After taking down the last assassin, he collapsed to the ground. He gasped for air as blood poured from his mouth.

His chest and abdomen were torn open, and his organs spilled out. He was pale, and his breathing was shallow and erratic. His life was slipping away.

“Boston… Boston!” Jovian cried out. He staggered to his fallen comrade’s side while clutching his own wounds.

of cloth from his shirt to try and stop the bleeding. But Boston’s

frantically as he tried to lift Boston. But with

me…” Boston’s bloodied hand gripped Jovian’s arm and said weakly, “I’m done for… You need to go while you still can. Take

been through hell together-Red Tombsea, remember? You’re not dying here! I’ll get you out of

lift Boston onto his back. Blood stained the ground as

the side. His body turned limp,

up!” Jovian shouted, but there

still as if he had simply fallen asleep. Jovian

because of his involvement, he had been

regretted asking Boston for help. If only he hadn’t crossed paths with those wolves in human clothing. Maybe none of this would

was consumed by despair, the roar of engines cut through the night. Several black SUVs screeched to a

and a dozen masked assassins in black

fallen comrades and frowned. “You took out

send you?” Jovian growled

Ronan replied coldly. He gestured

his command, the