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

“I’ve … I’ve never seen him this mad.” Damien stuttered. His voice full of shock.

“I have. Only once. I’d hoped I wouldn’t see it again.” Gabriel’s voice remained calm. “I feel sorry for the poor idiots responsible.”

With one last slash of his claws against the bark of a tree, Kain fell to his knees in the grass. He let his reserve return then rose to join his fellow lycans on the porch.

Gabriel said nothing, letting the lycan pass unhindered.

Damien remained silent as well but followed his mentor through the house as he shed the Ball clothes and got dressed in a pair of blue jeans, tying the Sherpa jacket around his waist.

In a backpack, he placed a new change of clothes in case he needed them. The whole time Kain prepared, Damien tried to reassure him they’d find who did this and make them pay. Kain never responded. He knew who did it and wouldn’t make the mistake of letting him live again.

Jill joined Damien and Kain the foyer while Kain prepared to leave. He’d caught Bard’s scent and was damn set on following it.

“Kain,” Damien said but Kain interrupted him.

“I want no interferences. Stay out of this, Damien.” He could tell Damien wanted to say something but Jill stopped him.

“We will only observe, dear friend,” Jill assured Kain.

Kain nodded and walked out of the house.

Shifting into his lycan form, he sprinted towards the scent in the woods. Jill, Damien and Gabriel joined him in their wolf skins, leaving Stoker in the capable hands of Cade, Lune and Scott.

On his way, Kain had to focus to keep from stumbling due to the massive variety of emotions he could feel his mate going through. The most prominent were pain and terror. He could hear her screaming and begging for him in his mind; the thought tearing his heart apart the more she went through.

When they reached the mill at the end of the scent trail, Kain slammed the full weight of his body into the door, shattering it to pieces. His ears flattened against his head when he saw Tala on the floor, her small body trembling and convulsing in pain.

“About time. Not sure how much longer she’s going to be with us.” Bard smirked, dropping from his seat on a rusted tractor.

Kain’s fury filled the room. He looked over his shoulder, making sure none of the other lycans planned on interfering.

This was his fight and he’d be damned if he let it anyone else get hurt. The scars on his body ached and stung in the claw’s presence. His hand tingled like it’d fallen asleep. He ignored them all and focused on how angry he was.

“Brought your pack? What’s the matter Kain? Too scared to finish off your greatest failure on your own?” Bard mocked Kain. When he didn’t receive a response he shifted into his lycan form. “You always were a stuck-up prick.”

Kain snarled at Bard, preparing to receive the brunt of the lunge the demonic lycan pulled. Kain grabbed Bard by the elbows, careful not to touch the claw. The proximity of the dark god’s power began attempting to suck his strength out of him.

Kain shook his head to clear it. If he didn’t end the fight quickly, he could wind up getting another serious injury he couldn’t heal. He could hear Damien’s worried whimpers and shuffling behind him.

Subconsciously, Kain didn’t want Damien to see what he could do if he let loose. He knew he’d already scared his friend at the pack house though he didn’t mean to.

Tala’s pleas became weaker, adding to the strain.

“Enough!” Kain slammed his forehead into Bard’s face. The force made Bard howl in agony, gripping his face and stumbling back.

Primal fury overtook reason and Kain let go of his restraint. He roundhouse kicked Bard across the jaw so hard he heard it break. Before the demonic lycan could recover, Kain took a hold of the claw, tearing it from his forearm and throwing it across the room.

As Bard sputtered blood from his broken jaw and yowled at the loss of his arm, Kain sank his fangs into the lycan’s neck, spinning him around and throwing him into the remains of a dusty furnace.

Panting from the effect of the claw’s power, Kain sank to a knee on the floor. He shifted back into his human form, his reserve replacing the blind fury. With a heavy heart he went to find Bard lying naked amongst the crumbling remains of the furnace. He no longer had the strength to hold the change and choked on the blood draining from the wound in his neck. Bard tried to speak, but the blood halted his words.

Kain dropped to his haunches, his eyes downtrodden. “There was once a time you showed such promise. I want you to know, I never wanted this for you. I tried to warn you.”

Bard grew still, his life fading from his eyes. Kain reached to close them, asking Tenebris to forgive his fellow lycan’s treachery and to take him into the god’s arms.

Kain rose to go to Tala, kneeling to take her trembling form into his arms.

When Damien tried to ask Kain if he was alright, all Kain said was he wanted to go home and get help for his mate.

Back at the pack’s house, Mackenzie dressed Kain’s wounds while Kyle checked how bad Tala’s condition was. When Mackenzie finished, Damien took her place.

“I am fine, Damien. I deeply regret you seeing that.” Kain’s voice betrayed his fatigue. Bard’s death weighed on his heart more than he thought it would.

To Kain’s surprise, Damien hugged him. “Shut up, you idiot.” A tear dropped onto Kain’s arm. “I can feel your pain. I’ve never felt it like this before. It hurts.”

Kain sighed, returning Damien’s hug. He reassured his friend he’d be alright.

Kyle came out of the room, closing the door. The look in his eyes