Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📕

severed your connection, hasn’t he? Impressive. He’s even more powerful than she said.”

“How do you know about him?”

“Doesn’t really matter, does it? I've known Damien since he was nine. I stood by him when the town thought he was nothing but a monster. Where were you? Why didn't you come to his rescue then?”

The vampire’s toxic words stung like salt in an open wound. Jill hadn't been around when Damien was a child. If she had she would have protected him from those who dared call him an outcast. She would have watched over him until he was old enough for her to court.

“I don't have to explain myself to a newborn bloodsucker like you. You think you know, Damien? If you would have taken the time to get to know him instead of constantly throwing yourself at him, maybe he would have actually opened up to you.” Jill replied, smirking.

“Don’t you dare assume you know how I felt. I tried to get him to open up to me. He just never would. Maybe with you gone, he’ll finally wake up and get his head on straight.” Chelsea hissed her reply. A small amount of spittle shot from her fangs.

“Chelsea, I won’t face you here. Vampire or not, this is still your home or it was. Would you really risk hurting these people?” Jill replied, trying to keep calm. Even though she hated her, Chelsea was still Damien’s friend.

“I would have cared, dog. Except for the fact that I hate you too much to give a damn about these people. Don’t fight if you so choose but I’ll tear you apart. Maybe deliver your head to Lilith as a gift.”

Jill growled, her fangs extending beyond her lips. She knew she’d have to draw the vampire out of the town to avoid drawing too much attention.

The ground splintered as she took off at top speed into the woods with Chelsea hot on her heels.

 “Chelsea, we don’t have to fight. It isn’t right to Damien to make him have to choose. He still sees you as a friend. He ran because of you.” Jill circled the vampire, careful to keep her back from being exposed.

“I didn’t send him away, bitch! If he ran then it was on you. You should have been a better girlfriend to him.” Chelsea yelled at Jill, her fangs bared as she hissed at her.

Jill jumped forward, shifting mid-air as she prepared to meet Chelsea head on. If she didn’t then she could have been seriously injured.

Jill stop!

Hearing his voice in her mind, Jill’s ears perked up. She froze. Her fangs just above Chelsea’s face.

Whimpering she turned to see Damien walking into the clearing. He was still so beautiful. Untouched by all the time they hadn't seen each other.

Jill ran up to him. Her muzzle met his stomach as she rubbed against him, whimpering in happiness. His emotions filled her. The feeling of his voice in her mind elated her as she tried not to push him over.

I know. I missed you too. Damien stroked the soft fur, reassuring her she wasn’t dreaming.

“Damien? Where have you been?” Chelsea asked, the voice of the woman she once was piercing through the darkness.

“I stayed at Kain’s for a while. He gave me a spare key to go whenever I wanted. I knew if I disappeared Chelsea, you would come looking for me. You were always playing mother hen when we were kids.” Damien replied, still petting Jill’s head.

Jill’s eyes met Damien’s, almost misty in apology for what she did.

It’s okay. You were looking out for me. I get it. Don’t do it again. Damien shoved Jill’s head, playfully.

“Don’t touch her!” Chelsea yelled. Her body began rippling with her anger. Two large gray wings protruded from the back of her jacket, now tattered and torn from the emergence of her new leathery wings. Her fangs extended larger than her mouth could handle. Her fingers elongated with her nails turning into a tint of gray.

Jill stepped in between Chelsea and Damien.

No, Jill, let me talk to her. Damien walked around the wolf, determined to try to reach his friend.

The large wolf heard him, staying close in case she needed to interfere.

Chelsea looked nothing like herself. The image of Barghast ran through Damien’s mind as he stared at her demented form.

“Chels, it doesn’t have to be this way. Please. This isn’t you.”

“Step aside, Damien. I don't want to hurt you.” Chelsea's voice was almost a high-pitched hiss. “Please. Move. I have no war against you.”

“No. I won't let you hurt Jill anymore. What happened to you, Chels? The young woman I grew up with would never do anything like this. She wouldn't lie to her friends or try to kill over jealousy.” Damien replied, keeping his body between Jill and Chelsea.

“She doesn't love you, Damien. She can’t. She only cares about her filthy pack. She forced you to run away for weeks. Are you going to say that’s okay?”

“I wouldn't Chels, except for the fact Jill didn’t force me to do anything? I chose to stay low for a while. I needed some time and space to think. I worried sick over you. So did Rob. When I heard you were turned, I lost it. I felt like part of it was my fault. Chelsea, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings but I fell in love with Jill. I  knew if I disappeared, you would eventually come looking for me. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I think I do.” Chelsea's grinned “I never wanted this, Damien. I wanted you to love me but you never even saw it inside yourself to give me a chance.” Her wings flexed as she pushed herself skyward, preparing for a forward dive.

Damien held his ground, his hand behind him kept