He hadn't drunk Roman's venom these couple of days for nothing!
Asher didn't wait for Dominic's sudden lethargy to be noticed by the crowd. He moved instantly, slamming into him with the full weight of his black wolf. Dominic hit the ground hard, and Asher began to claw at him relentlessly, strike after brutal strike, giving him no room to recover.
"What?!" Marlow shouted, his face going pale. "What's going on?" He had been so sure Dominic would win. This wasn't right.
Dominic tried to fight back, but his limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive. Terror flashed in his amber eyes as realization sank in. This wasn't normal. He thought he had been clever by taking the red pill to guarantee victory. But someone had been smarter.
The whine that tore from Dominic's throat was almost human, as if he were crying out in disbelief. Asher didn't give him time to drag this out or let anyone suspect what he had done.
