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.

prepared to die for your god,” I say, holding up my hands so he

then to focus on my claws as the blood drips down his face. As he realizes what I’m

That’s up to me.

I say again, gentler this

at me, as he winces at the feel of his face shifting when he speaks, at the new pain there. “I told you the master is

can see me move, I rip my claws again over his face – raking some in the fresh wounds I just placed there, but

I slash at those next, letting my claws cut deep, severing several fingers and

to the curled forms

over him now, “Or by your God’s own name I will do it AGAIN! And I

much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every reason to believe they’re honest.He no longer has any reason to

he has the child

fear now, working to cover his face again but only succeeding in

know!” he cries. “He didn’t

from his face so that I can look down on him again. “More

“he grits his teeth now, finding some level. of frustration in

to shoulder height and then smash it, again and again, into

job is done, I use my claws to cut his throat, watching as the blood flows quick. And then, as his

a man, who dedicated his life to darkness. For what? For the chance to wield some

there is an almost audible click as the magic leaves the house. I don’t know what it was –

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