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-”

across his face, opening four deep wounds across his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He shrieks

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

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

That’s up to me.

say

as he winces at the feel of his face

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

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 – for the rest of his short

next to the curled forms of his sliced fingers, staring up at

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

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 reason to

has the child

command, but the priest cries out in fear now, working to

know!” he cries. “He

shoving the priest’s hands away from his face so that I

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 through it

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

as the blood flows quick. And then, as his hands fall limp at his side, I open the veins at his

what? For the chance to wield some spells? To feel, for a moment, that he

tell the moment that the priest dies. Because there is an almost audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t

a form staggers to his feet and

holding his left

nod to him, a surge of gratitude pulsing through me for such a dedicated 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 gone. We