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-”

claws that I slash across his face, opening four deep wounds across his cheeks, his

god,” I say, holding up my hands so he can see my weapons there, “I don’t think that your little order prepared you

his eyes shift then to focus on my claws as the blood drips down his face. As he realizes what I’m saying. That he is going

That’s up to me.

me,” I say again,

grinds out, 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

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

deep, severing several fingers and slicing deep into the tendons of his hand so that they are useless to him now

to the curled forms

will do it

shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every

has the child

now, working to cover his face again but only

know!” he cries. “He

from his face so that I

his head. “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

let him finish – because frankly, I don’t care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height and then smash it, again and

then, to make sure the job is done, I use my claws to cut his throat, watching as the blood flows quick. And then, as his hands fall

to darkness. For what? For the chance to wield some spells? To feel, for a moment, that he was powerful in

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

the hall, a form staggers to his

little and holding his left arm

I command, my eyes already moving to Dominic, my true priority here. “The priest claimed his master was gone. We need to ensure that it’s true. Take…whoever you can,” I say, moving to Dominic as I finish giving the