Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

“Ella!” Cora screams as one of the men comes around her side of the car and starts to bash at her window with a crowbar, the glass cracking and then beginning to fall inside the car. But I have no time to respond I’m already – unbuckling my belt and throwing myself into the back seat towards my child, who screams bloody murder.

My eyes flash to the other side of the car, where another man is approaching, raising his own crowbar to begin bashing the windows. I panic now- we’re trapped, utterly trapped, no way to get out of the car –

He starts to smash at the back window, working to get in towards Rafe and I, and I make a snap decision, instantly transforming into my wolf and, as the crowbar breaks through the window, grabbing it between my teeth and yanking as hard as I can –

The man shouts, pulled off balance so that his arm is fully in the back of the car now, and I drop the crowbar – ignoring the ringing in my jaw and teeth- and snap again, higher this time, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his elbow and upper arm. He screams, trying to yank back, but I sink back into my haunches, snarling, letting him rip his arm to shreds as he tries to pull away from me –

He leaves quite a bit of blood behind as he withdraws his hand and arm from the car, dropping the crowbar as he goes – and I transform back into my body, turning towards my screaming son but distracted again as I hear Cora scream-

I gasp, spinning towards her, and see the man who broke into her window almost fully in the car now – grabbing her a knife in his hands-

And in horror I watch as he raises that knife high into the air and then sinks it, viciously, into the flesh of her back – and then wrenches his hand to the side to drag it through her flesh –

But before he can get far I am flying for him, my nails turning to talons at the edge of my fingers that I sink first deep into his arm –

As he shrieks and drops his knife, I rip my claws again over his face, his neck, his shoulders – anywhere I can reach

Screaming in fear, the man withdraws from the window to the left side of the car and I hurl myself out after him, shifting again into my wolf before leaping for him – savaging him in any way I can –

I don’t stop until he stops crying out, stops making noise, and then I turn to see the man with the shredded arm leaning back into the car-reaching for my son and I leap for him next.

His death is quick, his life’s blood running off my chin as I transform back into a woman, as I turn to look for the priest.

I turn to see him standing in front of the car, his dark magic still whirling around his hands and extending outwards towards the car, working to keep us in place.

growl, striding forward towards him, “I will let you

me, little girl,” he laughs,

And so I do.

my teeth sharpen into fangs, and then leap for him, ready to tear

the dark shadows wrap around my neck, my feet kicking

my fangs shrink back – feel my claws retract back into my

then he laughs at me again before lowering me, panting,

at me. “What now, little girl?” he murmurs, cocking his

and

happens. I gasp, stumbling backwards a step

But – nothing –

him, desperate, knowing that I – I

snap our heads to the side at the sound of

in half before sending him sailing to the forest floor where he hits his head, hard, against a

the car and I’m instantly in

open and am almost sobbing by the time I set my eyes on her – – blood – so much blood and my sister covered in

she’s moving away from me – and as I watch I realize that she’s moving into the passenger seat so that I can get into the driver’s seat

around frantically, trying

at my screaming child, making sure that he’s still strapped

a wide red puddle starting to form on the rock on which he landed. But then I move my eyes back to the road before us, hitting the gas hard and heading towards

my heart racing, my hands shaking as I try to at once

yell, looking over at her, seeing her

to me, – a

real, Cora! Tell me what’s happening! Don’t try to save me

reckless speed, praying to the depths of me that we don’t meet any more priests – any