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

A tired smile fell across her face as she reached up to touch Damien’s face. “Did I…get the ball we lost in old man Jamison’s yard?”

Damien’s heart sank. Chelsea had gone back to a memory when they were kids. They had been playing with a soccer ball in the front yard of his parents’ house and accidentally kicked it into the grumpy neighbor’s yard. Chelsea had gone to get it since she was the only one that could fit through the broken fence posts.

“Yes, Chels. You did.” Damien replied, trying not to break.

She smiled, tears falling down her face. “I’m glad. I know…it was…your favorite ball.” Her eyes closed. The sun peeking through the clouds fell on her body, rendering it into nothing but ash.

Damien didn’t move, his lap was covered in the remains of one of his dearest friends. His heart torn to pieces that things had gotten so out of control. If only I hadn’t…come back…

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“Kain, have you seen Damien?” Jill’s worried voice alerted the alpha who seemed deep in thought. He was still trying to make dinner for the begging, hungry pups.

“I’m sorry Jillian, I haven’t seen him since this morning. I will go look for him if you want to take this over,” Kain handed her the ladle he had been using to make his homemade chili. “Be careful. Some of them are so hungry they’re biting.”

Jill shook her head, taking the spoon. A concerned expression on her face. “I will. Thank you, Kain.”

When Kain found him, Damien had isolated himself in the Circle of Stones. His back leaned against them. The look in his amethyst eyes fierce as he stared at the ground.

“There you are. I have been looking for you. May I join you?” Damien didn’t say anything so Kain sat down next to him. “Jillian is worried about you. Perhaps you should at least send her a howl so she knows you are alright?”

Damien continued to ignore him, clasping Chelsea’s blue bird necklace her mom had given her for Christmas in his hand. She’d worn it almost every day in her life. It had been hidden among her ashes.

“Damien, I understand how you feel. It grieves me to see you go through such pain.”

“Does it, Kain?” Damien’s voice was full of anger and sadness as he cut Kain off. “Does it grieve you?”

“Damien, calm down. I had to kill a friend too, remember? She became a werewolf so I had to hunt her down and kill her with my own fangs. We have all lost loved ones in this war.”

“I didn’t have to! I wasn’t a part of this! I should never have come back to this place!” Damien threw his fist into the stone behind him so hard his knuckle cracked against the pressure.

“What about Jillian? You love her, do you not? Our world is not for the weak of heart, Damien. We lose loved ones. We bury our pups and have to hide to avoid being killed. Still we find reasons and people to keep living for,” Kain rose from his seat.

As he prepared to leave, he turned around. “What are your reasons to keep living? Who are the people that would grieve if they lost you?”

Damien felt his heart grow lighter as Kain’s words began to sink in. He had lost some friends but gained a family. “You’re right, Kain. I’m sorry I lost my temper with you. Things have just gotten so insane.”

“It is alright. I have been through it a few times. You are allowed to hurt, to grieve. However, in the wake of war is not the time to mourn those you have lost,” A howl in the distance made Kain’s ears perk towards the town. “That was Vincent. We need to go back.”

Kain began running back towards the camp, shifting mid-run into his wolf form. Damien joined him, tripping as he went from two legs to four.

Kain has got to teach me how to change like that.

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Holt stood with Gabriel, Lune, Jill and Clint when the two lycans returned. Both shifting into their human forms.

“There you two are. Where in sun’s hell have you been?” Holt greeted Kain with a hard pat on his shoulder.

“Learning a lesson.” Kain looked over his shoulder at Jill. She was kissing Damien smack on the lips, passionately.

Gabriel handed him a pair of jeans and his favorite plaid jacket. “Glad you found him. Vincent told us that Lilith is on the move. Apparently, she’s heading this way. We better stop her from getting too far into the forest. We can’t risk being found,” Gabriel shook his friend’s hand. “Damien, we have to be heading out. You two can pillow talk later.”

Jill flipped him off, kissing Damien on the lips again before nudging him away, smirking as she walked back into her tent.

“Woman is still a total badass.” Gabriel snickered as he ran his hand through his dark hair.

“I’m ready. Where’re we going?”

“A rather undesired meeting.” Kain’s gaze intensified as he followed the other alphas out of the camp towards Holt’s truck.

Damien followed closely. His gut churning at the idea that he would have to see the vampires again so soon.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Holt stood next to his truck, the only one in his human form. Damien, Kain, Gabriel and Lune all flanked him, ready to defend him if needed.

Lilith stepped out of the black limousine after her guard, as big as a bouncer, opened the door for her.

Rayes stayed sitting on his black Harley motorcycle. His leg propped up on the saddle with a rather smug look on his face despite the cigarette he smoked. Stoker got out of the other side of the limo.

The glare of utter hate and vengeance met Damien’s eyes. Damien