Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
I’m still screaming at her to let me go, to give me back my child, telling her that I’ll kill her – and then, desperate, that I’ll give her whatever she wants.
She ignores me though. And, as I watch, the Priestess raises one hand over her head and snaps her fingers. A darkness descends over her then as her robes shift in color from dove to a dark and turbulent grey. And I know, instantly, that she’s one of them.
One of his.
“So good to be back in my true form,” she murmurs, shaking herself a little in relief. Then she smirks at me. “And so good to finally be able to get away from those goody-goods who worship your idiot mother.”