Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 347 – Underground

Sinclair

I give our troops outside of the sewer updates on our movements, letting them know when we take left and right turns, all the time following Roger, who steadily pads along, tracing the priest’s scent. The troops outside relay the information back to my father, in the bunker, who is able to trace our movement on the maps so that he, at least, knows precisely where we are at all times.

About half an hour later, Roger looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes suddenly fierce and I nod, understanding his message. We’re close very close now.

I raise a hand above my shoulder, making the signal that tells my troops to be on alert, ready for action. Behind me, I can almost feel their bodies tensing, becoming ready to react.

As a group, we continue to prowl through the sewers, making as little noise as we can. Roger turns a corner and I am just on his tail, looking around, when suddenly I see light again – bright golden light, a significant contrast to the grey mossy sewer around us. We pause for a moment and listen, hearing – god, what is that?

Some kind of clanging rings from an open door on the left almost exactly like the one we just left. Roger was right the priest needed to set up shop – again. A clanging comes from inside the room, hitting an unnatural pitch that hurts my ears – I see Roger visibly wince and move toward him, but suddenly quite suddenly –

A figure emerges from the room – And, as one, Roger and I act.

Roger is in the air almost instantly, a snarl ripping from his throat as he leaps for the priest. I shout a command for our troops to surround, to contain

stunned as he spins towards us, as Roger’s body collides with his, Roger’s paws slamming into his shoulders and knocking the priest hard to the floor, holding him down in the slushy grey

seeking to get behind the Priest to block the obvious direction of his exit should he seek to run – and as I move

Roger lowers his snarling face to the priests,

angles his hand up, pointed towards Roger’s chest, and then he says some archaic

fear and pain. And as I snap my face back towards the priest I see Roger soaring upwards

the priest

has twisted to the side and turns, predictably, towards me – away from the

spreading across my face as I focus my attention on him, resisting the horrible temptation to look towards my brother, who I can

him instantly as the man we captured before – the one who was in my

fool me – I’m bigger than he is, far bigger, and have no reason to shift my position before he tries to get past me, which he does next. But as the priest goes right, seeking to slip by me

burning heat coming from his left hand, his wrist suddenly becoming white hot- way too hot for me to hold, lest my skin begin

hard towards the door emitting the yellow light instead

stumbles a few steps and then stops himself by grabbing the door frame. He sends a frantic glance over his shoulder towards us and

my men spread out around the door, ready to trap him in. As they get in

as I lay my hand on his fur he looks up at me and I see that under his chin – his chest – his belly as well, likely – his skin is

bend to look at him, but he snaps his teeth at me

the quick decision to allow him to decide his limits for himself. “Just

sentence, screams erupt from inside the room and Roger and

the far wall where he hurls spell after spell at them – some landing against the bodies of my men, some spells dying in