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-”

to arc into claws that I slash across his face, opening four deep wounds across his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He shrieks in pain and covers his face

prepared to die for your god,” I

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

That’s up to me.

me,” I say again, gentler

courage and hate in himself as he snarls the words at me, as he winces at the feel of

my claws again over his face – raking some in the

those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing

Priest screams again, falling flat to the floor next to the curled forms of his sliced

him now, “Or by your God’s own name I will do it AGAIN! And I will keep

words are shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every reason to believe they’re honest.He no longer

gone, he has

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

know!” he cries. “He didn’t

have!?” I command, shoving the priest’s hands away from his face so

“We were – we were the last we were 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

care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height and then smash it, again and again, into the Priest’s clenched

cut his throat, watching as the blood flows

want to spend no more time with this wretch of a man, who dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance to wield

filled with our men. And I can tell the moment that the priest dies. Because 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

hall, a form staggers to his feet and I recognize Conor as

limping a little and holding his

who wants to complete the mission even while he’s hurt. “Sweep the rooms,” I command, my eyes already moving to Dominic, my true priority here. “The priest claimed