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

Holt and Kain for the rest of the night. Each one taught him about lycan culture. Explaining how they were different from vampires while the mothers all put their little ones to bed before sun rise.

The more he learned the more he realized how wrong the stories and lore were. Humanity made them out to be snarling monsters looking to kill when they wanted. They confused the lycans with werewolves.

When Jill came up to Damien, he was about out cold from being so exhausted. “Come with me. Holt says he has a tent we can stay in for the night.”

Jill led Damien to a large tent near the base of a tree. On the outside, it looked like a nomad’s living quarters with meat and fish hanging from poles set to dry in the sun. The door was a flap that could be zipped like a modern tent but inside it was larger than he expected, as if it were a one room house.

Jill undressed, crawling underneath one of the thick blankets on the floor.

Damien lay on the blanket next to her in his jeans. “You know, as amazing as this all is, I have to admit. I'm a bit overwhelmed.”

Jill turned over, reaching out to pet Damien's face. “Take it slow and handle what you can. I know you’ve been through a lot lately. This would be too much for me too if I were in your shoes.”

Damien raised up to rest his head in his hand. “I have to be getting back tomorrow. I’m sure Dad’s worried since Chelsea’s been missing for so long.”

Jill sighed. “I know. Just let me have tonight beside you.”

Damien smiled. He got up to get behind her, using his own blanket to cover up and falling asleep to the sounds of the night.

Chapter Twelve

The following morning was bitterly cold. The bite of the wind whistled through the trees, muffling out the sound of the morning animals as they began their daily search for food.

The sun was well into the sky, casting the different colors of the fabrics of the tent across the floor.

Damien woke up in the soft fur bed he fell asleep in, not realizing where he was at first. He hadn't gotten the chance to take a detailed look since he was so tired the night before.

The floors were adorned with decorative rugs depicting all kinds of different patterns. One in particular was a deep red with golden patterns that had what looked like tribal wolves woven into what appeared to be flower petals.

The walls had different furs hanging from wooden poles, all from all varieties of animals. In the corner was a small area someone could make coffee and enjoy a good book.

All together it was very homey.

Jill was already awake, letting Damien sleep after the late night they'd had. As his vision became clearer, he began remembering the events of the previous night. Damien remembered how close he was to making love with her only to be suddenly ripped away. Honestly, it seemed like a pattern in their history together. They rarely were alone when they wanted to be.

He’d seen the lycan children weaving in and out of the tents. Their mothers talked in both wolf and human form like they were speaking the same language.

Damien’s heart ached at the pain in Jill’s voice when she spoke of the situation her people were in. She’d mentioned the odds of the little pup he’d held living to reach a year old were slim to none.

Jill walked in with some breakfast, sitting down on the ground in front of Damien. “Good morning. I hope you rested well.”

“It was okay. Thank you for breakfast.” Damien replied, his voice sullen.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just needing some coffee is all.” Damien lied to avoid worrying Jill. From the raised brow on her face he was pretty sure she didn’t believe him.

Jill kissed his cheek. “Try to eat. I'll take you home after you've had time to get some food.”

She got up to go meet Holt and Kain about trying to get Damien some clean clothes. Much to Damien’s dismay, he might have to settle for wearing Gabriel’s again.

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When they pulled up to the house, Damien hesitated, staring out of the window towards the wooden door he’d gone through so many times. Only now it was almost intimidating. He still had no idea how he was going to explain Jill or where he’d been.

Sighing, he got out to head up the wooden stairs leading to the door.

Jill stayed in the car. She knew this was already hard enough for Damien. Her kind didn't reveal themselves to strangers too often unless the situation called for it.

“Damien!” Charlie hugged his son close to him. “Where have you been?”

“Sorry, dad. I know it's been a while. I've been staying with Kain. Where he lives doesn’t have the best cell phone service. I did text you though.” A sense of guilt filled Damien for keeping his father in the dark but he thought it would keep him safe.

Charlie patted his son's shoulder. “Right. You did but still, I’m going to give Alex a piece of my mind the next time I see him.”

Oh man. Damien thought. Once again his dad was going to go after poor Kain for something he did.

“Leave Kain alone, pops. I was the one who stormed out. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. It was wrong.” Damien scratched his head, nervously before continuing. “I was going to wait until Christmas for this but since she’s here, I want you to meet my girlfriend.”

Charlie's eyes grew wide with anticipation as Damien walked them back outside where Jill stood leaning against her car. “Dame. She's beautiful.”

Jill shook slightly. A small knot of nervousness formed in her stomach. She'd been