The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 368 – Deeper In

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-

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

he hears me. “But you need to pull

then he turns

staircase and the second level where I suspect more are

but they can’t hold us forever. So the only question is – do we fight to leave? Or to go further

his mind. And frankly, I’m tempted too. The idea that – well, that they want us to stay here

they know far more about us than we thought they did. That they know that the girls are alone now.

location of the bunker. I groan inwardly at the possibility, but I force myself to turn away from it, to focus again on

to my surprise, hesitates, glancing up the stairs with me, putting the pieces together. “If they aren’t sending more,” he murmurs,

steeling myself for

nods his

of our healthy men falling back – as is part of their protocol – to continue tending to our wounded. I give brisk orders for the men

and I turn towards the stairs, determined

hallway or a door through which we can pass.

face close, sniffing it.” It’s off,” he murmurs. “Something…

over my chest and looking it up

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 have access to

do you mean?” I

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

our wolves too are gifts from the goddess. They’re magic, as much as we don’t generally describe them that way. That the priests are able to do this because they’ve