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

The pungent copper smell of blood joined the scent of stale alcohol, trash and cigarette smoke until the screams of agony dissipated into the silent patter of rain on the concrete.

An eerie sense of quiet fell over the alley after the short battle.

Damien strained to hear any indication that Jill would be alive.

The sounds of footsteps made him stiffen. Fear gripped him as he thought he could have been wrong. His mind imagined Jill being killed.

The suddenness of Jill uncovering him made Damien jump, his eyes blurred as they tried to adjust to the brightness of the street lights behind her. The muscles in his body tensed as Jill proceeded to blindfold him using another strip of cloth.

“Jill, what's going on?” His voice shook with uncertainty as she covered his eyes.

She sighed, helping him stand to his feet. His weight supported by her body. “Forgive me. I'd hoped to introduce you to this a bit slower. For now, let me lead you. I'm taking you to the hospital.”

Jill led Damien through the carnage of the fight to the black Mustang Gabriel lent to her on occasion. She helped him slide into the passenger's side and closed the door before walking around to the other side of the car.

After she closed the door, Jill started up the engine and shifted gears into reverse. Her foot landed firmly on the accelerator, halting the car before shifting into drive. The force of her foot back on the accelerator made the car tires screech in protest as they peeled out.

“Jill, what the hell is going on?!” Damien was almost yelling as he ripped the blindfold off. His wet clothes made him shiver against the cold of the brisk fall night adding to his already irate mood.

“Damien, take it easy. You've taken a lot of damage. Let's get your injuries looked at first and I give you my word I will tell you.” Jill replied, her voice monotone as she reached to turn on the heat.

“Here, I thought you might need this so I brought one.” She handed Damien a blanket which he quickly cocooned himself in.

He threw up his hands under the blanket, his frustration joining anger at the fact that Jill had been keeping so many secrets from him. He knew they hadn’t really told each other everything but he'd nearly just been killed!

Where the hell had she come from anyway? It's like she dropped from the sky or something. He wanted an explanation.

When they arrived at the hospital, Jill helped Damien into the emergency room where Dr. Langston stood as though he’d been waiting for them. He guided them to a room immediately and proceeded with his examination.

 “Looks like a hairline fracture of your collarbone.” Dr. Langston said, looking at the x-rays. His finger rested against his mouth, his elbow in his hand as he studied the images.“Your leg is definitely broken at the knee. We'll be sure to take care of that for you.”

Damien fought hard not to blink at the bright light flashed into his eyes. “No dilation. That's a good sign but there is some evidence of a minor concussion. Good news is there's no significant damage to your back, just some bruising. What did you get yourself into Damien? You hadn't been gone an hour.” Dr. Langston asked, his voice serious.

He glanced at Jill. The two seemed to understand what was going on between them. “Don't worry, I'll put in your medical leave for at least six weeks. Try to keep as much pressure off of your leg as possible. I'll prescribe some pain medication in case you need it.”

Damien tightened his jaw, squeezing his eyes closed against the pain as Dr. Langston wrapped his shoulder, setting it into a sling. He knew he wouldn't need six weeks to recover. The wounds he usually got healed within a matter of days depending on the severity.

“Honestly, I don't know what I got myself into.” Damien said, annoyed. He didn’t want to freak the doctor out by telling him two grown men with the strength of the children of Hercules and Samson hurled him into a dumpster halfway down a dark alley. God, what am I going to tell my dad, Rob or Chelsea?

Jill stood next to the door, standing guard and watching.

“Well whatever you did, it looks utterly painful. There's definitely going to be some bruising and some soreness. Just take it easy and rest.” Dr. Langston nodded to Jill. The two of them left the room into the hallway.

“It was the vampires, wasn't it?” Kyle spoke low enough to Jill so Damien couldn't hear. He'd chosen the examination room furthest away from the reception desk once he saw Jill walk in.

“Yes. Demetrius is aware of his existence now. They openly tried to kill him, Kyle. If I hadn't gotten the call from Mackenzie when I did, he would have been killed.” Jill answered, her voice laced with the remaining fear she might have not made it in time.

It was by sheer luck Mackenzie managed to get a hold of Jill after she saw the two vampires corner Damien in the alley.

“Looks like it's begun. We'll do what we can Jill, but most of us here are just trying to make a living. So far, Kain, Gabriel's pack and I have remained off the radar of Rayes. Be careful.” Kyle’s reply was sullen, his mouth downturned in a worried frown. His grip on his clipboard tightened to the point the plastic cracked.

Jill nodded to him. “Luna watch over you and yours, Kyle. Don’t worry. I'll do what I can on my own.”

“Luna watch over you, Jill.”

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Damien tapped his foot anxiously as they rode in silence. He hadn't even been on his internship for a day and already he needed