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CHAPTER FIVE

-THIRD POV-

Dallas' hand signal was picked up on by Yuri's sharp observation. Her ears perked up when she heard the synchronized sound of movements around them, barring any exits.

"Once I make an opening, you run," Yuri said in a hushed tone to Killah before turning to the side. She assembled a powerful defensive stance, hoisting her balled fists up and separating her athletic legs.

Killah sighed steadily and remained motionless behind his bodyguard. The moment the assassins launched their attack, there would be a huge disturbance, but he could feel excitement overpowering trepidation in his veins.

He had already seen the second in command of Bloody Paws fighting, but he wanted more. Nothing could be more entertaining than watching wild dogs aim for their necks while stupidity digs their graves.

Killah's eyes switched from Yuri's thin frame to the assassins who were preparing to assault, a tangible simper tugging at the corner of his mouth. He's willing to gamble that those rogues have no idea what lurks beneath the promises of those who hired them. They're on the correct side of the boat, but their folly could cause it to capsize.

Killah dragged his hands out of the pocket of his sweatpants and crossed them on his exquisite torso covered by the cozy hoodie before murmuring to the thin air, "Things are getting fascinating."

-YURI HANNA-

My keen hearing caught the prince's words, but before I could respond, Dallas snarled, "Get them."

The rule was unbreakable. Movements from all directions came charging at once in a burst of wind.

"Son of a b***h!" I uttered a profanity and dashed behind the prince, catching a glimpse of the first attack.

A dagger was thrown into the air, aiming to stab Killah. In a swift motion, I effortlessly seized the assassin's arm, drove my forehead on the mutt's nose, and landed a powerful blow in his face. Another appeared to the left, and I leaped, greeting the vermin with a high kick.

The two assassins knocked over the floor, but it was only the start of the mess, as three more hired killers were aiming at the prince. My attention was drawn to them, and with gritted teeth, I pounced on the oppressors one by one.

"We could still talk about it, Yuri Hanna," Dallas grumbled as he observed how easily I handled his minions. Perhaps he remembered that I was one of the mythical wolf bearers, and it would be advantageous if he could persuade me to stand with them. "The prince's head costs enough fortunes to dethrone your alpha and make you the new ruler of your territory."

My narrative is an open book to the eastern continent as the second in command of Bloody Paws' Alpha female. I've always wanted to be the leader of a pack because I thought it was the simplest way to get money. I quickly discovered, however, that having genuine friends like Alva Kenta Reese and the Rivas' is far more priceless than any gem in the world.

Yes, I admit that I still desired I have my 'own' land and people to govern over, but utilizing the situation to embark on my morals etched a grimace on my face.

The prince became aware of it, and his gaze was drawn to the rogue boss. Irritation replaced astonishment in his emerald green orbs. His lips furled and parted to converse, but he came to a halt when two of the assassins pummeled like rubbish to the air and slid down an inch to Dallas' feet.

My chest forcefully heaved up and down as I stepped into Killah's line of sight. With my eyes narrowing, I wiped the corner of my mouth, spit the blood onto the floor, and let out a ferocious rasp, "You're full of shits, mutt!"

Dallas was startled for a split second before his eyes squinted. "You're going to regret this, Yuri Hanna," he muttered as he flicked his fingers. His battered troops, who were lying on the floor, instantly stood up. "Kill them!" he bellowed, pointing his finger at me and Prince Killah.

The assassins emitted strong rumbles and ripped their top robes like sheets of paper, displaying their burly and scarred wriggling trunks, which alarmed me.

"They're going to shift. Move!" I caught sight of the unsecured door and went to Killah, grasping his wrist to sprint towards it, but the prince ripped free and grabbed the pen from his bun.

As Killah's long hair fell like delicate fibers on his shoulders, he tossed his hand into the air and threw the uncapped pen at the creature that irritated him the most. The pen pierced Dallas's lower neck like a dagger, halting the assassins' transformation.

"Let's go," Killah finally agreed to let me drag him to the exit. We dashed to the door as swiftly as lightning, while hearing the rogue boss's infuriated scourges and his men's gnashing clatters behind us.

"To the car!" I shouted as we successfully left the house and dashed to the vehicle that could carry us away from the raging band of cold-blooded killers.

As soon as we got in the car, I started the engine, and a violent uproar broke the silence of the night. "Put your seatbelt on, Your Highness!" I urged the prince as I rushed away, sweat streaming down my brow.

Killah dutifully completed the task and had a quick glimpse into the rest house, where he saw massive and deadly beasts racing out, shattering the door.

"They're coming," he said in his usual tranquil voice, shifting his focus to the front of the car.

"f*****g bastards!" I clasped and accelerated even more.

"It would be convenient if you simply handed me to them. The bribe is hella tempting, to be honest," the prince joked as he leaned back in his seat and shot me a side glance.

My brow furrowed, and I granted him a brief scowl. "Do you have a death wish? Nothing good comes out when you open your mouth, Prince Killah."

The prince chuckled and went on with his amusement, his languid gaze becoming intense. "What if I am? Do you want to die with me?"

My visage grew gloomy as I squabbled, "Die with a crazy wimp? You're f*****g kidding me."