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

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 order

claws as the blood drips down his

That’s up to me.

I say

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

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

But 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 the

by your God’s own name I will do it AGAIN! And I will keep doing it until you

shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every reason to believe they’re

he has

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

he cries.

from his face so that I can look down on him again.

to hold you here – “he grits his teeth now, finding

– 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 teeth,

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

dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance to wield some spells? To feel, for a moment, that

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

his feet and I recognize Conor as he

limping a little and holding his left arm close to his body.

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.