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-”

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

will tell me,” I continue, crouching down in front of him, unblinking in my determination and my fury. “Because while you may be prepared to die for your god,” I say, holding up my hands so he can see my weapons there, “I don’t think that your little

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

That’s up to me.

I say again, gentler

as he snarls the words at me, as he winces

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

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

the floor next to the curled forms of his sliced fingers,

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

in so much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock

gone, he has the child –

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

cries. “He didn’t

I command, shoving the priest’s hands away from his face

“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

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

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

spend no more time with this wretch of a man, who dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance to wield some spells? To feel, for a moment, that he was powerful in stealing

that the priest dies. Because there is an almost audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t know what it was – wards to tell him where we were? Further protections? It doesn’t matter. But I know, instantly, that everything is gone. That it is now, again…just a

form staggers to his

a little and holding his

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 need to ensure that it’s true. Take…whoever you can,” I say, moving