The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 372: Burn Out
Roger
Less time probably passes than it feels like. Because it feels like hours of being seared by fire, of the Priest hurling spells at us.
And it’s not fire alone – it’s flames first, and then slicing spells that cut at us, and then wind – and ice – and something that feels like acid in the air that creeps into our lungs and makes us hack –
But slowly, slowly he burns himself out. And our men fall, screaming. But in the end, it’s me who prowls towards him in my wolf’s body, ignoring the aches and pains that come with every step. It’s me.
I step over my brother’s limp form, doing my best to ignore the fact that what breaths pulse from Dominic’s lips are short and shallow. That his eyes are shut, that whole swathes of his skin are burned away.
I only have eyes for him, this cornered Priest, at the end of this. Because it is the end. And I have him trapped.
Then, because I want him to see me in a form he can understand, I shift back into my human body, wincing as I do so, as the pains of my flesh reform themselves on hands instead of paws, on my legs instead of my haunches.
“Tell me” I command, as I stand before him, cowered in his corner.
“I will tell you noth-”
But I roar, allowing my nails to arc into claws that I slash across his face, opening four deep wounds across his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He shrieks in pain and covers his face before looking up at me.
unblinking in my determination and my fury. “Because while you may be prepared to die for your god,” I say, holding up my hands so he can see
drips down his face. As he
That’s up to me.
me,” I say
me, as he winces at the feel of his face shifting when he speaks, at the
see me move, I rip my claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh
his wounds. But I slash at those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing several fingers and slicing deep into the tendons of his hand so that they are useless to him now
floor next to the
own name I will do it AGAIN! And
shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every reason
gone, he has
working to cover his face again but only succeeding in leaking blood
don’t know!” he cries.
I command, shoving the priest’s hands away from his face so that I can look down on him again. “More priests? More
were – we were the last we were supposed to hold you here – “he grits his teeth now, finding some level. of frustration in this, almost not believing that we found a way to
let him finish – because frankly, I don’t care. Instead, I raise a fist to shoulder height and then smash it, again and again, into the Priest’s clenched teeth, reducing
my claws to cut his throat, watching as the blood flows quick. And then, as his
man, who dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance to wield some spells? To feel, for a moment, that he was powerful in stealing
house. I don’t know what it was – wards to tell him where we were? Further protections? It doesn’t matter. But I know, instantly, that everything is
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