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-”

his face, opening four deep wounds across his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He shrieks in pain and covers his face before looking

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

down his face.

That’s up to me.

me,” I say

out, finding a little more courage and hate in himself as he snarls the words at me, as he

some in the fresh wounds I just placed there, but also opening some new ones

his wounds. But I slash at those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing several fingers

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

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

up at me, in so much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock or

has the child –

now, working to cover his face

know!” he cries. “He

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

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 his spells. “I don’t know how you got

care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height and then smash it, again

flows quick. And then, as

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

the house. I don’t know what it was – wards to tell him where we were? Further protections? It doesn’t matter. But

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

limping a little and holding his left arm close

the rooms,” I command, my eyes already moving to Dominic, my