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Blessing of Luna

Wolfgods #1

By Blaise Ramsay

Blessing of Luna

Copyright © 2018 by Blaise Ramsay

All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Fyresyde Publishing

Cover illustration by Alisha Moore © 2018 Damonza

ISBN: 198168137X

ISBN-13: 978-1981681372

(Print Version)

Dedication

To the girl who thought she was a black cat.

I knew you could do it.

To Alisha Fisher, an amazing author and inspiration.

To my family for all those times I screamed, whined, moaned and complained. Thank you for putting up with me.

In the beginning, we were all that was

The darkness of the night lonely and quiet

How we longed to hear songs of praise

So, we gave a gift to our children

The ability to change into the beautiful hunters of the night

For centuries, we heard their songs of reverence

Reveled in their worship

But it was not to last

The dark one’s jealousy burned with a fiery hate

His shadow descended upon our sons and daughters

The greed and jealousy of man drew him to them

His fangs piercing the veins of a mortal

Promising eternal beauty

Freedom from death

If man would do but one thing for him

Shed the blood of our children

Songs became screams of agony

Mothers begging for the lives of their pups

Fathers, husbands cursing the skies for the loss of their families

Their blood staining the earth

It broke our hearts to see them fall

The Night Father begged the Light for her aid

She reached out her hand, cursing the dark ones to fear the sun

Shadow melted to light with the arrival of the Paladins

Their origins unknown

But we were grateful

An uneasy peace began to reign

The dark one’s bloodlust had been halted

It was not to last

The darkness was set free

Above the ashes of the bloodshed rose a daughter

Cursed by darkness

She was, yet was not our child

Wolf, yet not wolf

Yet, in her suffering

She sang our song of praise

So, my blessing, I gave to her

Chapter One

The morning was like any other in Montana during the cool shift from the end of the summer to fall. The forests got misty with the dampness of the rains holding themselves back due to the scorching summer sun responsible for raising the temperature to a sultry high 80s.

Jillian stood in the branches of a high pine tree. Her advanced senses tuning into the natural sounds of the woods around her. The cries of birds nesting in the trees, the squirrels hustling to store food for the winter. The soft calls of the loons fishing in the lake all joined the hushed whisper of the winds rustling through the trees.

All of the natural music filled her ears, calming her mind from the raging torrents of memories. They always served as painful reminders of how it long it’d been since she heard the soft song of his soul.

The doubt and hopelessness got so strong, she finally stopped searching and settled down. She thought he had forgotten his promise to keep returning to her until peace could reign between the warring races.

Angry and frustrated, Jillian scaled down the tree, shifting mid-fall into her larger wolf form to go for a run in order to relieve some lingering stress.

The wind felt cool in her obsidian fur as she ran through the woods, her large paws padding amidst the wet leaves on the forest floor. Those above her still clinging to the branches of the trees rustled around her with the wind.

She slowed to a stop just short of the winding main road that lead to Big Timber, Montana.

Jill came to learn many of the inhabitants were her own kind just living among humans as best they could in the shadow of the vampire coven hidden in the mountains.

It was ruled over by the very lord responsible for reigniting the flames of the Blood Wars by killing the man Jill loved countless times throughout the centuries.

She thought many times about seeing how strong the curse of immortality he asked the dark god to place on her was.

Dreams of charging into the mansion and killing every parasite she found until her fangs found the throat of the monster responsible for all of her pain played repeatedly in her mind.

Bones snapped, her muscles rippled, tendons stretched and popped back into place as she shifted back into her human form. The process would sound painful to someone who hadn't gotten to experience it firsthand. To Jill and her kind, the change was pure ecstasy.

Reaching into the hollow of a tree, Jill took the fresh change of clothing she packed in her backpack and covered her naked form. The idea of hiding her body was still a foreign concept to her despite how long she'd lived among humans.

To her people, the body was something to be appreciated, admired and respected. Being naked in front of each other or making out were both matters of needing companionship.

None of her kind forced themselves on one another. Courting and mating was something romantic. One might even say erotic and taken as slow as either party wished.

Humans. Jill thought to herself, laughing as she rolled her eyes. Making everything complicated since the Neolithic times.

She was jerked out of her thoughts when the roar of large truck engine rang out across the trees, drawing her