Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 367 – Trap

Ella

“Ella!” Cora screams as one of the men comes around her side of the car and starts to bash at her window with a crowbar, the glass cracking and then beginning to fall inside the car. But I have no time to respond I’m already – unbuckling my belt and throwing myself into the back seat towards my child, who screams bloody murder.

My eyes flash to the other side of the car, where another man is approaching, raising his own crowbar to begin bashing the windows. I panic now- we’re trapped, utterly trapped, no way to get out of the car –

He starts to smash at the back window, working to get in towards Rafe and I, and I make a snap decision, instantly transforming into my wolf and, as the crowbar breaks through the window, grabbing it between my teeth and yanking as hard as I can –

The man shouts, pulled off balance so that his arm is fully in the back of the car now, and I drop the crowbar – ignoring the ringing in my jaw and teeth- and snap again, higher this time, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his elbow and upper arm. He screams, trying to yank back, but I sink back into my haunches, snarling, letting him rip his arm to shreds as he tries to pull away from me –

He leaves quite a bit of blood behind as he withdraws his hand and arm from the car, dropping the crowbar as he goes – and I transform back into my body, turning towards my screaming son but distracted again as I hear Cora scream-

I gasp, spinning towards her, and see the man who broke into her window almost fully in the car now – grabbing her a knife in his hands-

And in horror I watch as he raises that knife high into the air and then sinks it, viciously, into the flesh of her back – and then wrenches his hand to the side to drag it through her flesh –

But before he can get far I am flying for him, my nails turning to talons at the edge of my fingers that I sink first deep into his arm –

As he shrieks and drops his knife, I rip my claws again over his face, his neck, his shoulders – anywhere I can reach

Screaming in fear, the man withdraws from the window to the left side of the car and I hurl myself out after him, shifting again into my wolf before leaping for him – savaging him in any way I can –

I don’t stop until he stops crying out, stops making noise, and then I turn to see the man with the shredded arm leaning back into the car-reaching for my son and I leap for him next.

as I transform back into a woman, as I turn to look for

still whirling around his hands and extending outwards towards the

“I will let you live. But you have seconds to

for me, little girl,” he laughs,

And so I do.

let my nails again extend into their talons, let my teeth sharpen into fangs,

around my neck, my feet kicking wildly as he lifts me into the air. And then, as I watch, he begins to murmur – begins to say some

– feel my claws retract back into my

before lowering me,

girl?” he murmurs, cocking his

snarl – and try to transform

stumbling backwards a step as I try

But – nothing –

I – I can’t fight him

of us snap our heads to the side at the sound of the car’s tires squealing, the engine

I gasp as the car slams into the priest, making him bend in half before sending him

the car and I’m instantly in

I set my eyes

but she’s moving away from me – and as I watch I realize that she’s moving into the passenger seat so that I can get into

moans, looking around frantically, trying to assess

child, making sure that he’s still strapped in. Then, as soon as

starting to form on the rock on which he landed. But then I move my eyes back to the road before us, hitting the gas

out of the forest in the flash, leaving the horrible scene behind. My breath is coming fast, my heart racing, my hands shaking as I try to at once

yell, looking over at her, seeing her eyes closed. “Cora, talk

she murmurs to me, – a

real, Cora! Tell me what’s happening! Don’t try to save me

the car harder, flying down the roads at what is probably a reckless speed, praying to the depths of me that we don’t meet any more priests – any