Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

My internal screaming continues, echoing through me as I grab whatever bond I have to my Goddess mother and pull on it as hard as I can –

And I’m still screaming, there, in my mind and honestly maybe from my throat as well, I’m too far beyond myself now to know – when suddenly…

…She’s here.

My mother’s presence materializes first in my mind as she reaches for me, worried.

“Ella!” I hear her say, her voice chiming against my own frantic screams, “Ella, I am here!”

Shocked shocked to feel her, shocked that it worked – I find myself thrown out of my meditative state and into my own body, which is still freezing cold. But when my eyes fly open I gasp to see that she’s-

She’s actually here. Not just present in my mind – but standing before me. And as I blink frantically, letting my eyes adjust, I realize that she’s not… physically here. Not in the way she was when we met her in the desert. But she’s here in her spirit – she presents herself before me in an echo of her true form, a glowing, beautiful specter that reaches her hands out towards me.

“Mother!” I gasp. “Mom please – I need my baby – please release me -”

“Ella,” she says, coming forward and reaching for me, though her hands can’t quite touch my face. I feel her, though something about her touch tingles against my cheeks as she tries and fails to take my face in her hands. ” I don’t understand, child – I don’t know what’s happening -”

And then I’m sobbing, looking up at her, desperate for her to know but so cold now so incredibly cold – and unable to find the words to express it all-

“Close your eyes, darling,” she murmurs, looking down at me with her beautiful, glowing face. “Show me.”

And I do. I press my eyes shut and, sobbing, I press my thoughts – my memories – my fears – my ideas everything forward towards her. And I hear her gasp at first in shock, and then coo with understanding. –

“All right, Ella,” she says softly, and I open my eyes again to see her shaking her head at me. “Your gift is bound, my love and I cannot – ”

I sob, looking up at her in desperation. “Do something melt this ice, unbind my gift – go out go out and kill her just something my

her desire to help as well as her hesitation. We are from different realms – I know she is bound by

once in your life. And I will never, ever

– – no other situation that I could imagine that could be worse – ” Please, mother,

to call upon me again. Ever, Ella. It is the last time we will speak outside of one

up at her, as I realize that the price for this magic is…. our bond. She looks steadily down

softly to me. “I just wanted you to know what the cost was,

stare at her, knowing I should think about it

part of me does. Sharply, I nod. I let her know that I

then she leans forward and presses her lips against my forehead. “It will be all right.” And for a moment the press of her kiss against my forehead feels the same as

slowly, her lips grow warm and corporeal against my

howling back to me, her teeth ripping and gnashing inside me at the injustice done to her, in her eagerness to get out of

that she has used the magic of our bond to unbind my

have a piece of me,” she says, reaching out hand to point towards my chest, where her gift grows

suddenly, she is

I blink back

a few long minutes with my mother, only seconds

hot within me. And I hold onto it, and access its strength, and let it burn through me – through my mind, my heart,

Sinclair

of rage, dashing away from Hank who sits limp on the ground outside the clinic, holding

my wolf form and the injuries in them scream in protest against it. But I’m in full panic now, running on

That it can’t-

my son. She’s locked in my sight now, her form growing continually larger as I stream towards her, as I ignore my pain