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

The only thing Damien remembered before the darkness took him was the blindfold over his eyes and the sting of ropes as they harshly bound his hands. His shoulders aching in protest.

Chapter Thirteen

 “Jill!” Clint sprinted up as Jill walked out of the gym. The noise drew the attention of Kain and Gabriel who stood in the entrance of the building.

“Clint, what is it?” Jill asked, placing her hand on Clint’s back

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I screwed up. Sun's hell, there were four of them. I couldn't do anything.” Clint rambled off apology after apology as he spoke, each one more grief stricken than the last.

To the human world, Clint would look like he was still a kid. Due to his lack of experience, he still was in the lycan world as well.

Kain adopted him after he found him freezing and close to starving to death next to the body of his older brother.

Jill's stomach churned in knots as she tried to make out what Clint was trying to say. He had been put in charge of watching over Damien until she could finish talking to Kain and Gabriel, sending out a howling call if anything went wrong.

The fact he was here meant something was horribly wrong.

“Clint, why are you not with Damien? What happened?” Her voice slightly scared Clint as his eyes searched his father's for some sign of an upcoming repercussion.

“Jill, I'm sorry. They took him. I couldn't stop them. Rayes was there. For the likes of me he's more than a match. There were three others with him. I didn't recognize two of them but Jack Nantucket, the old farm hand was one of them. Gods, I’m so sorry.” Clint smacked his head with the heels of his hands.

He knew he messed up but Rayes was one of the vampire elite, he would have torn someone as inexperienced as Clint up in a minute.

Kain walked up to his adopted son, patting his back in an attempt to calm him.

Wide-eyed, Jill fell to her knees, her hands tensed in front of her as she let out a scream to the skies that became a half howl. Her fists met the cement hard enough to splinter it as she fell forward, her nose meeting the remains of the shattered concrete in front of her.

“Jillian, we will save him. I promise you.” Kain knelt in a shallow puddle of water next to her. “They waited. Damn them, they waited.”

“Bloodsuckers must have been scouting the house for weeks. For them to send Rayes, Lilith must have been beyond pissed at having to wait. Stubborn stuck-up brat.” Gabriel slammed his fist into his hand, his teeth ground tight together.

Jill growled as she struggled to get free of Kain’s hold on her.

Kain took Jill’s face in his hands, his thumb brushing the furious tears from her eyes. “We'll save him, sweetheart. I swear on Luna's name. We will get to him before they change him.”

Jill dropped her eyes. No one swore on either deities' name unless they knew their word wasn't going to be broken.

To do so would get them punished by the deity on whose name they swore. Jill knew this and immediately she felt guilty for even making her friend get to that point. Especially if it was Kain.

“They still have to get to the coven in the mountains. There's only one lycan I know capable of getting us in and out of that place without getting killed,” Gabriel spoke up. By the tone in his voice, he seemed hesitant to mention who he was talking about. “Lune can get us in but I don't know how bad things will be once he does. This whole thing is a damned suicide mission no matter how we shake our tail at it.”

“Whatever we have to do, Gabriel. We have to save him.” Kain replied, holding a now still Jill against his chest. She gripped his white t-shirt firmly, as if he were her only anchor to sanity.

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Damien woke up to find himself unable to see. His mouth was gagged and his hands were bound behind his back.

A huge bump of the moving car made him hit his head against the lid of the trunk, disturbing an already upset condition and reminding him of what happened.

He'd gotten finished taking the trash and recyclables out for his father only to be ambushed. Then he was hit so hard it dazed him,  making him black out. Now he was in the trunk of a car heading to only God knew where.

His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to get the ropes around his wrists loose enough so he could try to reach his phone he felt in his back pocket, surprised it had been left.

The car jolted to a stop followed by the sound of the creaking of what he could only imagine was an automatic gate.

Damien had been hit so hard it kept him out cold the whole time. His breath stalled in his chest as time ran out for him to try and think of a way to get out of this mess.

When the trunk opened, he was yanked out and dropped on his feet with a thud.

“Glad you're awake. I would have hated to have to carry your worthless carcass all the way to the catacombs,” The speaker's voice was the same one who ordered him bound and gagged. “Get moving or I'll break your leg so I have an excuse to drag you.”

A hard shove forced Damien forward, stumbling.

The sound of crunching gravel gave way to the softness of what Damien realized could only be grass.

From the coolness of the breeze around him to the calling of the night birds, Damien could tell it was either the wee hours of the