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-”

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

“Because while you may be prepared to die for your god,” I say, holding up my hands so he can see my weapons there,

on my claws as the blood drips down his face. As he realizes what I’m

That’s up to me.

I say again, gentler this

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

claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh wounds I just placed

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

screams again, falling flat to the floor next to the

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

he looks up 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 believe they’re honest.He no longer has any

has the child –

now, working to cover his face again but only succeeding in leaking blood all over

don’t know!” he cries. “He didn’t

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

his teeth now, finding some level. of frustration in this, almost not believing that we found a way to defy his spells.

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

the job is done, I 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

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

house. I don’t know what it was

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

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

soldier, 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 his master was