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

us, as Roger’s body collides with his, Roger’s paws slamming

direction of his exit should he seek to run – and as I move past him I see the moment his face changes from surprise and

exit, my own body tensed for any action, as Roger lowers his snarling face to the priests, warning him with body if not with words to stay

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

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 see Roger soaring upwards through the air, his back

the priest is

turns, predictably, towards me – away from the troops he can see ranging in

me there, waiting for him, a slow and terrible grin spreading across my face as I focus my attention on him, resisting

face, recognizing him instantly as the man we captured before – the one who was in my house during the

priest feints left but doesn’t fool me – I’m bigger than he is, far bigger, and have no reason to shift my position before 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 twist it up behind

burning heat coming from his left hand, his wrist suddenly becoming white hot- way too hot for me to hold,

enough to spin him around, pushing him hard towards the door emitting the yellow light instead of the long corridor – if we can get him in there, we can trap

priest yells as he stumbles a few steps and then stops himself by grabbing the door frame. He sends

have been waiting, tense, for precisely that order. And they do – quickly, my men spread out around the door, ready to trap him in. As they get in order, as I watch the first two of my troops enter the room to attempt to incapacitate the Priest, I

reach out towards him, sniffing, smelling something strange, and as

he snaps his teeth at me – clearly communicating to leave it, that

allow him to decide his limits for himself. “Just