Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Sinclair

“We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back.

“The priests are not that stupid,

Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. ” If they can make the door disappear, they can make the windows solid – ”

“So what do we do,” Roger growls, frantic, as our remaining healthy men take advantage of the momentary reprieve to attend to the men who are wounded. I glance around, doing a quick survey and finding that about eight of our men are down. I grimace when I realize that two are not moving at all, or making any noise. But I look away from them fast, not needing the distraction.

“We retreat, I say, holding Roger’s eye, “or we move further in. But there’s a reason why they’re not attacking here – they’re letting us stay in relative peace because they want us to stay here. Which means they don’t want us to leave, and they don’t want us to go further.”

“What?” Roger asks, frantic and a little baffled, looking around. “Why don’t they just kill us? Why don’t they just -”

“Because they can’t,” I say, nodding as I figure it out. If they had more priests to send – enough to take us out – they would do it. But the fact that they’re not sending them…

It means that we’ve got enough force on us that they can’t risk it. That we, somehow, outnumber or outmatch them. My wolf bares his fangs within me, eager now, on more secure ground now that we know more about what we’re facing.

“What?” Roger asks, his brows knitting together, still looking frantically for a way to get out, to get to her to his mate-

“Roger!” I shout, shaking his arm, making him turn to me. “If you think I have any less concern for Ella than you do Cora, then you need to check

that only he hears me. “But you need to pull it together. You’re not going to help them by acting on impulse, all right? We need

his jaw clenched, but then he turns back

crossing my arms and glancing up towards the staircase and the second level where I suspect more are waiting for us, guarding…. something.

stay here, but they can’t hold us forever. So

can see Cora on his mind. And frankly, I’m tempted too. The idea that – well, that they want us to stay here means that they knew we were coming. And

we thought

I groan inwardly at the possibility, but I force myself to

up the stairs with me, putting the pieces together. “If they aren’t sending more,” he murmurs, meeting my eves, “it means

steeling

his head. “We

– as is part of their protocol – to continue tending to our wounded. I give brisk orders

turn towards the stairs, determined to continue the

the top of the stairs instead of a hallway or a door through which we can pass. When I get to the top,

close, sniffing it.” It’s off,”

my arms over my chest and

from our research, that the priest’s power comes from binding their wolves. Which means that…whatever they’ve accessed to create this kind of illusion…we

do you mean?” I

he says, looking at me askance. “That…I mean, we forget it

and Ella have it, but our wolves too are gifts from the goddess. They’re magic, as much as