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

fingers comforted him as they ran through his dark hair. Their touch felt cold, like the soft kisses of snowflakes on his cheeks on a dark, December night.

“Who are you?” His eyes grew wide as he found he was speaking without moving his mouth. His voice almost an echo in the nebulous space around them.

The woman smiled, leaning down and kissing him softly on the forehead. “Do you truly not recognize me, my son?”

Damien didn’t understand. He hadn’t remembered ever seeing this woman in his life. “I’m sorry. I don’t.”

The woman ran her fingers over the muscles of his chest up to his neck where Jill bit him. The marks had long healed yet glowed a bright silver sending a wave of warmth through Damien’s body.

Realization hit him as to who she was. He was staring in the face of Luna, the Night Mother herself. “Luna. You’re… Luna.”

Luna let out a silken chuckle. “Yes. I am.”

Damien sat up quickly, scooting away from Luna as far as he could. His eyes bulged with shock at the beautiful goddess in front of him.

Her dress was a soft blue, barely concealing her slender, naked form. Her silver hair falling the length of her height as she stood, dragging the ground in soft ripples like a river of stars.

Wisps of cloud drifted from her body as she moved, reminding Damien of the steam that happened when warm breath met the cold of winter.

The space around them was foreign yet so familiar to Damien. His eyes looked up to see the vast sea of stars and nebulous clouds. He’d been here before but he didn’t know when or how.

“I can see in your eyes that you are confused, my child. You do not need to be afraid. I come on behalf of one we both love. One who will soon need your help as badly as you have needed theirs.”

Luna walked over to Damien, her feet bare and light as she stepped forward. She knelt before him, her hand reaching out to cup his face, caressing it as she spoke. “You have such a beautiful creature inside of you, Damien Pierce. I long to hear his song of praise. Will you set him free and let me hear it? I will bless it to sound so much more beautiful than any of my children. Its power will be the ability to give hope in the darkness when all other hope is gone. Please, my child. Will you let your mother hear her son’s voice?”

Damien looked away, overwhelmed at the promise Luna just gave him. He’d only seen a shape, not a full form and had no idea how to release it.

“I don’t know how. I’m not even sure I can,” Damien got on his hands and knees before Luna, his fists propped up on his knuckles as he lowered his head. “Please, mother. Can you help me?”

Luna rose to her feet, smiling as her size began increasing to that of the titans in Greek mythology. Her mortal body deteriorated to match the sea of stars around her. Her eyes glowed a radiant royal purple.

Damien felt himself rising up off the ground. His eyes meeting Luna’s as her light surrounded him.

The muscles in his body began burning. Not with pain but with the utmost of pleasure.

Unlike most lycans, Damien’s bones didn’t snap or twist in to place. They merely adjusted just as water moved around stones blocking its path. His tendons didn’t pop or snap but moved out of the way until his newly formed flesh and bone shifted from man to wolf.

His cries of sudden shock melted into a howl so silken it sounded like the comfortable combination of wind blowing through a Native American flute and the loon of the night.

As Luna promised, she smiled at the sound. Her voice gentle as she spoke. “Your song is so beautiful, Damien. I hope to hear it more in the very near future. Now wake up, my son. The day arises. My child will be waiting for you.”

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Damien jerked awake, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

Had it been a dream? No, his chest felt hot as though it had been seared with a poker. His lungs burning when he tried to breath. He knew this feeling. It was the rage that he saw in the dark god’s eyes the first time Damien had seen him. He must have been angry that Luna interfered.

“Glad you finally woke up. I was beginning to worry.” Kain’s gentle voice came through the burn. He made them breakfast, waiting until Damien chose to wake up.

“I had a dream. I saw Luna. I felt her touch me,” Damien’s mind went hazy as he tried to remember the details of his dream. His body felt strange. A craving filled him as he tried to sit up. His hand went to his face as he vaguely remembered what happened. “She…”

“What? What happened?” Kain’s usually relaxed demeanor appeared stressed. When their eyes met, Kain’s eyes widened. Damien’s eyes had a different feeling about them. As if something inside had been set free and waited to be revealed. “So, you are truly, finally awakening. It is an honor to witness this.”

Damien shook his head, not sure what anything Kain said meant.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Kain. Lay off the formality. I’m still the same guy.”

Kain scoffed, handing Damien a plate of food. “Of that I have no doubt. However, I have a feeling tonight will be much different than any we have seen from you since this all started. Tonight, you will hunt with me. Tomorrow I teach you to fight.”

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The moon rose, bringing with her angry clouds ready to burst. Low rumbles of thunder made Damien flinch slightly as he thought about the dark god’s fire.

Kain’s