Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books under 200 pages .TXT) 📗

The alarm Damien set for himself went off, reading 6am. It was the day he and Rob were supposed to go to the pier and he was running behind.

One of the gym bags he used for his workouts was already packed with his camera, notebook, extra film and a battery. He grabbed it, ran out of the door, and down the stairs.

“Morning, D! I was fixing to come toss the mattress over to get your lazy ass outta the bed!” Damien thumped the back of Rob’s head in a playful manner, making him flinch.

“Sun's not up yet, I hadn't broken the rules. Now come on, we're taking my truck so we can pack up the poles and coolers.”

Damien loaded one of the coolers with sodas, bottles of water and a few beers. He didn't usually drink too much but he knew Rob could almost out drink a sailor in a drinking contest.

Rob jumped into the passenger's side and they headed out to Old Bill's smokehouse. By the time they arrived, the old man had already opened up the main part of the store.

“Well, hey guys! Haven't seen you in ages. How you been, Damien? I heard bout your mom. Sad to lose such an amazing woman. She will be missed.” William Hutchinson or “Old Bill” as he was known to the town, rung up the packages of jerky, bait and sodas Rob and Damien put in front of him as he spoke.

“I've been okay, Bill. Took some time to get to a level of comfortable coping. I think I'm finally starting to get a sense of control. Going back to school to finish my bio-chem degree.”

“That's great! You were always studyin' somethin'. Never saw you without a book in front of your face. Glad your old man instilled in ya that brains are better than brawn.” Old Bill let out a raspy, bellowing laugh at his own joke.

Rob took the bag and grabbed Damien by the arm. “I'd love to let you two ladies chatter the day away but I've got fish to catch and hiking to do.”

Damien waved to Bill and headed out to the site they chose to spend the day. It had been their favorite spot since they were younger kids. Their dads would sit around and drink while their moms had coffee and talked.

Damien always loved to be outside. The freedom and openness of the woods relieved him of the stresses he was constantly under.

He was so captivated with nature around him, he didn't notice the large wolf in the trees. He about jumped out of his skin when he saw it. His fight or flight instincts kicking in until he looked deep into its eyes.

The fear inside of him melted away the longer their eyes met. The icy green orbs held a sense of familiarity.

It’s fur was black as night. Not wiry at all like a normal wolf. It had a blue sheen like a raven’s feathers when hit with the splotches of sunlight peeking through the leaves.

What surprised him the most was it didn’t really seem to want to hurt him, only staring as though it were observing him.

“Well, doesn't seem like you want to eat me so, mind if I take a picture?” He had no idea why he was talking to the wolf as though it could understand him but it was so beautiful he wanted to try to catch a picture of it.

Slowly it walked down the steep ledge, stopping short in front of him. Soft whimpers escaped its throat as it sat down as if it were posing.

What is the deal with this thing? It's huge. I've never seen a wolf this big. Damien thought to himself, lining up his camera to take a photo when Rob called to him. He’d only turned away for a few seconds but when he turned back around the wolf vanished.

“Damn. It was so gorgeous too.” The sudden appearance of Rob's arm around his neck brought about a slight jump. He had to stop himself from swinging. “Shit Rob! What the hell? I could have knocked your teeth out.”

“Sorry dude. What're you doin’ anyway?”

“Well I had a good photo opportunity of something I probably won't ever get to see again until you came along, you moron.” Damien shoved him off, mad as hell at missing possibly the greatest photo of his career.

Rob chuckled. “Was it bigfoot?”

Damien rolled his eyes. Always with the cryptos. “No, it was a wolf. One of the largest I've ever seen with the most beautiful fur. It would have been perfect for my portfolio.” He punched Rob's arm making him wince in pain.

“Sorry, man. Sounds like a tall tale to me but hey let's go fishing. Maybe the heat from the hike got to your head. Geesh, first it's women, now it's large wolves. Maybe you should drop the photography thing and go for being an author with all these daydreams you've been having.”

Damien sighed in frustration. He knew what he saw wasn't a hallucination or a delusional fever dream. There was something striking about the wolf. It was almost like he knew it. Like he'd seen it before.

The catch they hauled in hadn't been bad for warmer weather. A few catfish, some sand bass and even a black bass the right size for cooking were put into the ice filled cooler to keep them fresh..

“Man, that was fun. We need to do this again. How about we give them to Bill? He does some killer smoked fish.”

“Yeah.” Damien was still upset about losing the photo of a lifetime and being told he was once again crazy enough to dream something up like large wolves. A sharp howl through the waning light of day reminded him that thankfully, this time he wasn't