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

collides with his, Roger’s paws slamming

run – and as I move past him I see the moment his face changes from surprise and fear to fury, to menace, to a gleeful

successfully block his exit, my own body tensed for any action, as Roger lowers his snarling face to

the priest bares his own teeth and angles his hand up, pointed towards Roger’s

light, of heat, of fire that blinds me, makes me turn my head away for a split second before I hear a yelp of fear and pain. And as I snap my face back towards the priest

priest is fast

side and turns, predictably, towards me – away from the troops he can see ranging

him, a slow and terrible grin spreading across my face as I focus my attention on him, resisting the horrible temptation to look towards my brother, who I can see struggling to find his feet behind

the priest’s face, recognizing him instantly as the man we captured before – the one who was

me, which he does next. But as the priest goes right, seeking to slip by me and make a run for

– before the priest growls another one of those arcane words and I feel a pulse of burning heat coming

enough to spin him around, pushing him hard towards the door emitting the yellow light instead of the long

few steps and then stops himself by grabbing the door frame. He sends a frantic glance over his shoulder towards us and then throws himself into the room, reaching for

waiting, tense, for precisely that order. And they do – quickly, my men spread out around the door, ready to trap him in. As they get in order, as I watch the first two of my troops enter the room to attempt to incapacitate the Priest, I also turn to Rodger, desperate to a*sess his

out towards him, sniffing, smelling something strange, and 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 a mess of

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

him to decide

the room and Roger and I

get inside we see that almost all of our troops are pressing the priest back against the far wall where he hurls spell after spell at them – some landing against the bodies of my men, some spells dying