Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 369 – Deeper In

Sinclair

“We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back.

“The priests are not that stupid,

Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. ” If they can make the door disappear, they can make the windows solid – ”

“So what do we do,” Roger growls, frantic, as our remaining healthy men take advantage of the momentary reprieve to attend to the men who are wounded. I glance around, doing a quick survey and finding that about eight of our men are down. I grimace when I realize that two are not moving at all, or making any noise. But I look away from them fast, not needing the distraction.

“We retreat, I say, holding Roger’s eye, “or we move further in. But there’s a reason why they’re not attacking here – they’re letting us stay in relative peace because they want us to stay here. Which means they don’t want us to leave, and they don’t want us to go further.”

“What?” Roger asks, frantic and a little baffled, looking around. “Why don’t they just kill us? Why don’t they just -”

“Because they can’t,” I say, nodding as I figure it out. If they had more priests to send – enough to take us out – they would do it. But the fact that they’re not sending them…

It means that we’ve got enough force on us that they can’t risk it. That we, somehow, outnumber or outmatch them. My wolf bares his fangs within me, eager now, on more secure ground now that we know more about what we’re facing.

“What?” Roger asks, his brows knitting together, still looking frantically for a way to get out, to get to her to his mate-

“Roger!” I shout, shaking his arm, making him turn to me. “If you think I have any less concern for Ella than you do Cora, then you need to check

to pull it together. You’re not going to help them by acting on impulse, all right? We

his jaw clenched, but then he turns back to me

and glancing up towards the staircase and the second level where I suspect

“They want us to stay here, but they can’t hold us forever. So the only

on his mind. And frankly, I’m tempted too. The idea that – well, that they want us to stay here means that they knew we were coming. And if they knew that we

than we thought they did. That they know that

of the bunker. I groan inwardly at the possibility, but I force

my surprise, hesitates, glancing up the stairs with me, putting the pieces together. “If they aren’t sending more,” he

I ask, steeling myself for his

nods his

to assemble where possible. Those who are able again line up before us, two of our healthy men falling back – as is part of their protocol – to continue tending to our wounded. I give brisk orders for

towards the stairs, determined

or a door through which we can pass. When I get to the top, I press a

close, sniffing it.” It’s off,” he murmurs. “Something… wrong

my arms over my chest and looking it up and down. ”

his voice low and considering. “We know, from our research, that the priest’s power comes from

mean?” I ask, turning to

he says, looking at me

only Cora and Ella have it, but our wolves too are gifts from the goddess. They’re magic, as much as we don’t

slowly, “we can conclude that…we have the tools we need to

his head and considering again. And then