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

off of him. He put on the jeans he’d brought with him and made his way over to Gabriel's side. “Gabriel, why don't you take Jillian with you to check on the females in the mountains? You can see if they need anything.”

Gabriel nodded, seeming to understand Kain’s intentions. “We'll see if things are going well in town as well. I hadn't heard any more in regards to Charlie's efforts. It may be helpful for us to check on the situation there while things seem quiet.”

Kain nodded to him, requesting that Holt keep everyone out of the tent so he could do what he needed to do. Holt nodded, walking out with Gabriel and posting guards at the tent opening.

Kneeling down next to Damien's bedside, Kain put his hand on his friend's forehead, the other on his heart. “Damien, I know you can hear me. I know something is wrong. I'm going to try to help you but I need you to open your mind to me.”

Damien’s eyes twitched giving Kain the signal he needed.

Closing his eyes, Kain used his connection to the gods to enter into Damien's mind. He was one of the few lycans more closely in tune with the wills of the gods. He knew the dark god better than anyone in the lycan race. His family had long been cursed to bare a burden far heavier than even the highest noble.

When he arrived, he found Damien's mind in a state of disarray. Red fibers reminding Kain of tendons that connected muscle tissue to bone hung loosely like threads of a spider web.

The empty space was dark save for the nebulous sea of stars above him. He stood in awe at the scene around him, his breath taken at the majesty of the design. He’d never witnessed anything like this in the mind’s eye of any lycan he’d had to save in the past in the same way.

Something about Damien was more than he or any of the lycans knew or could probably even comprehend.

Kain had to focus to get his attention back on the matter at hand. He’d come to save his friend from whatever these tortured vines were that seared his flesh the moment he touched them.

“Kain.” Damien’s voice sounded weak as it echoed in the void.

“Damien, where are you?”

“I don’t know. I can’t move. I’m so tired.”

Kain weaved through the vines, taking in the subtle wisps of the voices he could hear throughout the tangled jungle.

Only the heavy beating of wings alerted Kain to the presence behind him. His chest grew heavy, his eyes closed as the dark god made himself known.

The scene changed to a darkened abyss void of light, the once majestic light above Kain’s head became covered by darkened, angry clouds.

“Alexander Kain. My brother's pet bloodline. What business do you have here?” Barghast's dark voice echoed in the space around them.

Kain turned to meet the dark god's eyes. “I think you need to ask what business you have here? This body belongs to a Purifier. You have no reason or right to enter it.”

“I have plenty of a reason to be here, Alexander Kain. Watch how you address your god. A forsaken child like you has no right to speak to me so disrespectfully. The Purifier is in a deep sleep. He will rot in his own mind, posing no threat to me or the plans I may have for my brother’s children.” Barghast smiled a wide-fanged grin, moving his huge clawed hand.

Kain suddenly felt himself restrained by the very tendrils he'd been trying to avoid. The feeling equal to being stung by a jellyfish, searing his flesh like a hot iron. He felt his strength suddenly ripped from him, forcing him to his knees. The very blood in his veins felt as though it were being drawn out of his body.

“I had no plans to torture you, Kain but since you've once again become a thorn in my side, I suppose I can make an exception.” Barghast smiled as he got into Kain's space, taking his jaw in his claws.

Ignoring Barghast’s presence, Kain drew on his will to call out to his friend. He needed help or both of them were going to die.

“Damien! You have to wake up! Don't let him take control!”

“Kain.” Damien stirred, hearing Kain's call to him but felt so tired he couldn't get his body to respond.

Barghast's hand landed across Kain's face. “Damn you, Kain. Why is it you always see fit to interfere with my plans?” With a strong beat of his wings, he took off into the darkness in an attempt to keep Damien from waking up.

“Damien, wake up. Jillian needs you. Please. Don't let Barghast hold you prisoner. This is your mind. He has no power here if you don't let him have it. He will kill us both if you don't wake up.” Kain felt his strength dropping. The dark god’s power draining him of his life the longer he was held prisoner.

Damien opened his eyes to find himself ensnared with the red fibers. His determination to get free reignited as he thought about his lover being left alone in the world. He felt a strange feeling of warmth rise up inside of him only to manifest in a radiant light.

Markings of blue in the likeness of ancient runes covered his body, incinerating the fibers. With an angry roar, the dark god was driven out of his mind, freeing both him and Kain.

Kain dropped to the ground, shaking against the weakness. A warm light illuminated the gloom, transforming the plane back to the glorious sea of stars.

“I'm sorry, Kain. He got in when my mind was weak. I couldn't fight him. Thank you for coming to get me.” Damien smiled, helping Kain to his feet.

“You are welcome. I am just glad