A Beast Among Gods (The Mac Tire Chronicles) by Garnet Davenport (have you read this book .TXT) 📕

Jamie.

I forced myself to run. I needed to get to him. Something was wrong. I bolted past all the guards. I was tearing up more ground than before. At the door, they had started to close it to keep me out. I knew something was definitely wrong. I slid through the opening of the door just as it was about to close. Then I ran through the corridor and to my room.

When I got inside, it was a mess. Everything was thrown everywhere. The bed was ripped, the dresser was knocked over, drawers skewed and spread across the floor. I smelled it—iron. Blood. On the other side of my bed, I rushed toward a pool of red. Jamie was trying to speak. His eyes were distant and glossy. His throat had a knife suck in it. Someone had done this to him.

My wolf went straight to him. He wouldn’t let me take over and transition back. My wolf needed this. But so did I. I knew he wasn’t going to survive. There was too much blood, too much pain, and he was too far gone. My heart ripped even more.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, and his hand moved toward my face. His fingers touched the side of my face, and I felt a tear run down my muzzle. This was our goodbye. His hand fell, and his eyes closed. He wasn’t struggling anymore. He was completely still.

➣ Chapter 13

My Mac Tire Is Gone Forever

I watched Jamie for another few moments. I wanted him to get up, but he didn’t. My heart had broken. I had wondered if Jamie could have been my mate. I’d never know the feeling of a mate like the other mac tires. Aodhan had once said that I would have to find love the hard way and treasure it as a special gift. Letting it breathe when it needed to and grow when it was ready and let my mate love me for who I am.

But this was proof I’d never have that with anyone. I don’t deserve the love of a mate, and I didn’t deserve Jamie. I heard footsteps come up behind me. A low growl came from the back of my throat. I turned, my vision turning red as I see a guard come up behind me.

“Good puppy.” He prodded at me.

I would kill him for what he had done.

I stood, my height taller than a normal mac tire. I had seen John’s wolf once, and I knew mine was taller. Part ogre had its advantages. I bared my teeth.

He put his hands up and started to back up.

“This wasn’t me. Your father—”

That’s all I needed. I went for him. I ripped him apart from head to toe, leaving an unrecognizable pile of remains. Now covered in blood, I went for my father. I’d tear his heart out just as he had done. I turned back, not wanting to leave Jamie lying there alone, but I had to show them who they had dared to bring down.

Step by step, I got closer to my father’s office. The mere look of me had all the other boys turning away and retreating back into their rooms. The guards ran. When I got to my father’s office, I heard him on the other side of the door. I backed up and went running at the door. My shoulder making contact and breaking the door down in one swift motion.

I looked directly at my father. Saliva mixed with blood dripping from my mouth. I growled at him.

He chuckled. “This was your fault.”

I barked out a growl.

“I saw you. The cameras caught you and him… together.”

I took another step toward him, my wolf giving me control and transitioning back into human form. As human as I could be. My skin still had a mossy hue, and my hair was still thick in most areas. I felt my muscles tense. That was when I felt the fangs sticking out of my mouth. Two on the top and two on the bottom. Jagged and crooked. I was a true beast.

“William?” my father had said, caution in his tone.

“You did this.”

“It had to be done,” he replied.

“No. This had to be done.” I growled, and when charging at him, I took the sharpest thing I could find on his desk and leapt over the top, crouching on top of it and pulling him up and out of his chair and off his feet. “You deserve this.”

I stabbed it directly through his neck and dropped him to the floor. He bled out as I watched, still crouched on top of his desk. I turned, hearing guards behind me. They lowered their eyes to me and kneeled on one knee.

“Commander,” they said as one.

“GOOOOO!” I roared.

They all got up and ran from me. I checked to make sure I had killed my father and then walked slowly back to my room to figure out what to do with Jamie. I was holding back my emotions. I felt my wolf back away. He needed time. I’d let him have the time he needed.

I walked into my room to see several other boys surrounding Jamie. I growled. They rose from their crouch over him. They had gently placed a sheet over him. Caring and sorrow filled the room. I looked at these boys who had hated Jamie. Had tormented him for years. He had no one for most of his life until I came around.

“William, we’re so sorry. If we had known they were going do this, we wouldn’t have let it happen,” one of them said.

I looked at Jamie’s body. Blood soaking through the sheet. I turned off my emotions.

“We have a ceremony we do for our dead,” another one said.

“He deserves a warrior’s burial,” I said.

“We will do whatever you want.”

“Why are you willing to help now?” I asked.

“We were told to do