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-”

I roar, allowing my nails to arc into claws that I slash across his face, opening four deep wounds

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

claws as the blood drips down his face. As he realizes what I’m saying. That he is going to die But

That’s up to me.

me,” I say again,

finding 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 speaks, at the new

see me move, I rip my claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh wounds I just

my claws cut deep, severing several fingers and slicing

falling flat to the floor next to the curled forms of his sliced

your God’s own name I will do it AGAIN!

in so much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I

has

I command, but the priest cries out in fear now, working to cover his face again but only succeeding in leaking blood

know!” he cries. “He

shoving the priest’s hands away from his face so that I can look down on him again.

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

don’t care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height and then smash it, again and again, into the Priest’s clenched teeth,

use my claws to cut his throat, watching as the blood flows

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

there is an almost audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t know what it was – wards to tell him where we were? Further protections? It doesn’t matter.

of the hall, a form staggers to his feet and I recognize

says, limping a little and holding his left

hurt. “Sweep the rooms,” I command, my eyes already moving to Dominic, my true priority here. “The priest claimed his