Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 347 – Underground

Sinclair

I give our troops outside of the sewer updates on our movements, letting them know when we take left and right turns, all the time following Roger, who steadily pads along, tracing the priest’s scent. The troops outside relay the information back to my father, in the bunker, who is able to trace our movement on the maps so that he, at least, knows precisely where we are at all times.

About half an hour later, Roger looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes suddenly fierce and I nod, understanding his message. We’re close very close now.

I raise a hand above my shoulder, making the signal that tells my troops to be on alert, ready for action. Behind me, I can almost feel their bodies tensing, becoming ready to react.

As a group, we continue to prowl through the sewers, making as little noise as we can. Roger turns a corner and I am just on his tail, looking around, when suddenly I see light again – bright golden light, a significant contrast to the grey mossy sewer around us. We pause for a moment and listen, hearing – god, what is that?

Some kind of clanging rings from an open door on the left almost exactly like the one we just left. Roger was right the priest needed to set up shop – again. A clanging comes from inside the room, hitting an unnatural pitch that hurts my ears – I see Roger visibly wince and move toward him, but suddenly quite suddenly –

A figure emerges from the room – And, as one, Roger and I act.

Roger is in the air almost instantly, a snarl ripping from his throat as he leaps for the priest. I shout a command for our troops to surround, to contain

slamming

exit should he seek to run – and as I move past him I see the moment his face changes from surprise and fear to fury, to menace, to

block his exit, my own body tensed for any action, as Roger lowers his snarling face to the priests, warning

and angles his hand up, pointed towards Roger’s chest, and then he says some

is a blast of light, of heat, of fire that blinds me, makes me turn my head away for a split second before I hear a yelp of fear and pain. And as I snap my face back towards the priest I

the priest is fast

body can fall back down on top of him the priest has twisted to the side and turns, predictably, towards me – away from the troops he can

me there, waiting for him, a slow and terrible grin spreading across my face as I focus my attention on him, resisting the horrible temptation to look towards my brother, who I can see struggling to find his feet

I growl as I focus on the priest’s face, recognizing him instantly as the man

he tries to get past me, which he does next. But as the priest goes right, seeking to slip by me and make a run for it, I grab his left arm and

priest growls another one of those arcane words and I feel a pulse of burning heat coming from his left hand, his wrist suddenly becoming white hot- way too hot for me to hold,

long enough to spin him around, pushing him hard towards the door emitting the yellow light instead

then stops himself by grabbing the door frame. He sends a frantic glance over his shoulder towards us

men spread out around the door, ready to trap him in. As they

in a flash. I reach out towards him, sniffing, smelling something strange, and as I lay

Roger,” I breathe, starting to bend to look at him, but he snaps his teeth at me – clearly communicating to leave it, that

say, making the quick decision to allow him to decide