Bane of Tenebris (Wolfgods Book 2) by Blaise Ramsay (spicy books to read .txt) 📗

happened starting with his cabin. The way Anthony went about his strategy baffled the lycan soldier in some ways but made sense and impressed Kain in others.

If Desdemona wanted to extend aid, then she had to have known about the storm on the way. The question remained as to why she wouldn’t openly help against Anthony. It had to have something to do with her being a pacifist. She’d refused to get involved with Lilith as well and appeared to make sure the damage to the coven was minimal and could be repaired.

Kain’s thoughts went to Zane. Something about him seemed familiar, but Kain couldn’t put his finger on it. The vampire was clearly younger than even Jared but the way he carried himself and the color of his hair and eyes were different than any of the vampires Kain knew.

“Pheasant for your thoughts?” Tala asked in a jovial tone.

Kain snickered. “That actually sounds wonderful. I was thinking about everything going on. Your father, Christian was killed by Anthony. Why is that?”

Tala scowled. “He worked for Anthony as a hit man. During one of his jobs, he met my mother who was nothing more than a pleasure slave for his mark. After he killed the vampire Anthony wanted killed, my father took my mother away and nurtured a love affair with her. He managed to keep it a secret until I was old enough to know who he was and then--”

Kain took Tala’s hand with his. “It’s alright. Your father risked a lot to be with your family, Tala.”

“I hate Anthony so much! I don’t understand why he suddenly decided to go insane.”

Kain understood what caused the problem. Bard’s arrival, the interest in the talon. Barghast orchestrated it all. The thought unnerved Kain.

Once they arrived at the Wood’s Edge, Kain parked his car next to Damien’s and got out.

The stillness of the woods perturbed Kain. A familiar smell lingered in the air. Its rotten, putrid scent brought back memories of Kain’s encounter with Bard.

Oh no. “Damien! Hurry!” Kain shouted, shifting into his lycan form and sprinting into the woods.

The sounds of gnashing teeth and growls echoed in the clearing. Kain slid to a halt in the sacred space overlooked by three huge boulders used by the alphas during the First Moon events. Gabriel, Lune, Cade and a few others Kain didn’t recognize battled werewolves while trying not to trample the frightened pups whose mothers either lost them or died.

The scene reminded Kain of times he’d arrived too late to save anyone when the Blood Wars raged at their worst. Snarling, he grabbed the nearest werewolf and threw it yowling across the sky. It landed on one of the boulders the alphas stood upon when greeting pups.

Gabriel grinned a fanged grin and sank his teeth into the throat of another werewolf, lashing his head from side to side. Kain heard Gabriel reach out to him telepathically to tell him what went on before he arrived.

The werewolves arrived not long before the lycans and began killing whoever they found. Thankfully, not many had gotten there yet so the carnage wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

A howl like the call of a loon rang out in the clearing. The werewolves froze when Damien leapt through the trees, landing on two muscular legs. Runes glowed a bright blue on his white fur.

“Finally.” A voice rumbled from beyond the platform of boulders. Bard stepped up in his full lycan form, his fangs drawn back over his lips in a wicked grin.

The presence of the dark god’s power made the scars on Kain’s body burn. It threatened to force him to his knees, but he stood fast, ready to protect his fellow lycans.

“I was wondering when you’d arrive, Kain. Have you decided to surrender what we want yet?” Bard spat.

Kain stepped forward, growling. “I do not barter with cowards. Leave now or I will kill you, Bard. What you have done is beyond my contempt.”

Bard leapt from the rock, landing mere feet from where Damien stood, his fangs snapped in obvious frustration. His eyes radiated a deep hate as he drew closer to Kain only to be intercepted by Damien.

“Back off. I don’t know who you are personally, but I’m beyond pissed,” Damien snarled.

Bard glared at him, smirking.

Seeing what was about to happen. Kain pushed Damien aside, receiving a hit by Bard’s foot. The proximity to the claw dazed Kain as he pushed Bard’s kick away. “Damien, you are not ready. Stand down!”

Bard threw another punch which Kain met with his own. The sound of the collision emulated a crash of thunder when bone met bone.

The demented lycan’s eyes met Damien’s. “Listen to your boyfriend, kid. Who do you think trained me?”

Damien’s eyes widened. He watched as the two fought. The way they moved matched perfectly except for the fact Kain seemed to be taking more hits.

Kain felt sick to his stomach. The claw’s darkness threatened to sap every last drop of strength from him, but he was determined to keep Bard from attacking Damien or Gabriel.

A stray hit from Bard forced Kain to his knee. All around the fighting between the werewolves and the lycans continued. The whimpering of pups and the cries of desperate mothers filled Kain’s ears.

The only difference was the intense light out of his peripheral vision. Damien lunged at Bard, his body so bright, Kain had to avert his eyes. He’d seen this before during the fight with Lilith, only it radiated the same crushing power Kain felt from the woman he met in the celestial plane.

When he could focus, Kain saw Damien gripping the demented claw, its flesh writhing and screaming beneath his silver nails. Bard yowled in pain, struggling to get free.

With his free hand, Bard slashed at Damien’s face, his claws raking across the white lycan’s flesh, leaving no marks.

“What the hell?!” Bard screamed.

“I said back the fuck off. I won’t let you hurt Kain or any of my people anymore. If I