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-”

roar, allowing my nails to arc into claws that I slash across his face, opening four deep wounds across his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He

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 order prepared

drips down his face. As he

That’s up to me.

I say again, gentler this

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

my claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh

cut deep, severing several fingers and slicing deep into the tendons of his hand so that they are useless to him now

the curled forms of his sliced fingers, staring up at his mangled

God’s own name I will do it AGAIN! And I will keep doing it until you are nothing but SHREDS OF WHAT

in so much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have

has the child

in fear now, working to cover his face again but only succeeding in leaking

know!” he cries. “He

hands away from his face so that I

teeth now, finding

finish – 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, reducing

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

to spend no more time with this wretch of a man, who dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance

audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t know what it

to his feet and I recognize Conor as

a little and holding his left arm close to

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