Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 372 – Burn Out

Roger

Less time probably passes than it feels like. Because it feels like hours of being seared by fire, of the Priest hurling spells at us.

And it’s not fire alone – it’s flames first, and then slicing spells that cut at us, and then wind – and ice – and something that feels like acid in the air that creeps into our lungs and makes us hack –

But slowly, slowly he burns himself out. And our men fall, screaming. But in the end, it’s me who prowls towards him in my wolf’s body, ignoring the aches and pains that come with every step. It’s me.

I step over my brother’s limp form, doing my best to ignore the fact that what breaths pulse from Dominic’s lips are short and shallow. That his eyes are shut, that whole swathes of his skin are burned away.

I only have eyes for him, this cornered Priest, at the end of this. Because it is the end. And I have him trapped.

Then, because I want him to see me in a form he can understand, I shift back into my human body, wincing as I do so, as the pains of my flesh reform themselves on hands instead of paws, on my legs instead of my haunches.

“Tell me” I command, as I stand before him, cowered in his corner.

“I will tell you noth-”

wounds across his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He shrieks in pain and covers his face

him, unblinking in my determination and my fury. “Because while you may be prepared to die for your god,” I say, holding

shift then to focus on my claws as the blood drips down his face.

That’s up to me.

me,” I say

a little more courage and hate in himself as he snarls the words at me, as he winces at the feel of his face shifting when he

my claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh wounds I just placed there, but also opening some new ones

it, his hands flying to cover his wounds. But I slash at those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing several fingers and slicing deep into the

falling flat to the floor next to the curled forms

it AGAIN! And I will keep doing it until

are shaking in shock

gone, he has the child –

in fear now, working to cover his face again but only succeeding

know!” he cries. “He didn’t

hands away from his face so

supposed to hold you here – “he grits his teeth now, finding some level. of frustration in this, almost not believing that we found a way to defy his spells. “I don’t know how you got through

don’t care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height and then

cut his throat, watching as the blood flows

a man, who dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance

audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t know what it was –

a form staggers to his feet and I recognize Conor

says, limping a little and holding his left arm close to his body.

even while he’s hurt. “Sweep the rooms,” I command, my eyes already moving to Dominic, my