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-”

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 before looking up at

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

claws as the blood drips down his face.

That’s up to me.

me,” I say again, gentler this

himself as he snarls the words at me, as he winces at the feel of his face shifting when he speaks, at the new pain there. “I

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

wounds. But I slash at those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing several fingers and slicing deep into the tendons of his hand so that they are useless to him now

again, falling flat to the floor next to the

“Or by your God’s own name I will do it

at me, in so much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every reason to

he has the child

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

cries. “He didn’t tell

hands away from his face so that I can look down on him again. “More

we were supposed to hold you here – “he grits his teeth now, finding some level. of frustration

raise a fist to shoulder height and then smash it,

use my claws to cut his throat, watching as the blood flows quick. And then, as his hands fall limp at his side, I open the veins at his wrists

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

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

the end of the hall, a form staggers to his feet and

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

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 his master was gone. We need to ensure