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-”

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

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 order prepared you for days,

shift then to focus on my claws as the blood drips down his face. As he realizes

That’s up to me.

me,” I say

courage and hate in himself as he snarls the words at me, as he winces at the feel

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

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

the curled forms of his sliced fingers, staring up

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 nothing but

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

has the child

now, working to cover his

don’t know!” he cries. “He didn’t tell

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

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

frankly, I don’t care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height

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 limp at his side, I open the

want to 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

back to the hall filled with our men. And I can tell the moment that the priest dies. Because there is an almost audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t know what

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

a little and holding his left arm close to his

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