A Beast Among Gods (The Mac Tire Chronicles) Garnet Davenport (books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

“William?” the one man asked as he held a gun to the back of Diane’s head.

“William, sweetheart, go back to the house,” Diane said.

“No,” I snapped. The sound came out manic and stronger than I had anticipated. “Leave them alone.”

“What kind of beast is this?” one of the other men said.

“My blood. My beast,” the man wearing a suit said. “Kill them.”

Gasps and shuffling in panic sounded as two gunshots echoed through the barn. Diane and John fell forward to the ground as a pool of red framed their bodies. I watched as the men moved toward me with aggression and purpose.

I would kill these men for what they did.

I pushed off from the ground and leapt on the shoulders of the one man who had shot and killed the two closest people to parents I would ever have. I growled and twisted the man’s head with a sharp cracking sound, and his body fell limply to the ground. The other men backed away from me with their guns raised.

“Don’t,” the man in the suit called out.

The men froze in front of me. They had no idea how to handle me. Whatever I had become. I was the one that had brought this upon them. I wanted to see what was outside of the protection barrier. I brought these men to them and let them be killed. They just wanted to protect me and keep me safe from these people.

With the slightest of clicks, I felt a sharp pinch to my neck. When I reached up to see what it was that had stung me, I found some type of dart and pulled it from my skin. That was when I noticed that my skin was a yellowish green, and there were patches of fur spread out along my arm. As my eyes went wide, I was hit again with another dart. This one started to make my head feel like it was spinning. I stumbled and then fell to the ground. Before my eyes closed, the last thing I saw was the two people that loved me like their own son and treated me like I was theirs lying dead on the ground.

➣ Chapter 8

Family Is Family

When I awoke, I started to look around. The room was dark, and I was lying on the floor. As I stood, I had to reach out for the wall to steady myself. I reached out in the darkness to find a light switch or anything to get more light to the room. I couldn’t find a light switch, but as I searched, I ended up finding a door. I found the doorknob and turned. With ease, it opened, and I was almost blinded by the light coming from a window in the hallway.

I covered my eyes against it until I could walk past it enough to be able to see. I started to get through the house as quickly as possible, but everywhere I turned, there was no way to get out. I stumbled and fell a couple of times until I finally found a door that opened. When I opened the door, I squinted again into the light. There was a wall of muscle that moved in front of me. I couldn’t pass him.

“Return to your room,” the man stated. He reached for the radio at his shoulder and said, “He’s awake.”

I glared at him, giving off an intense amount of anger. When he didn’t give, I crossed my arms over my chest and widened my stance. I was a big teenager at fifteen years old, and I knew it. I had surpassed Diane a while ago. The mention of her name in my mind made me weak. Remembering the scene I had been taken from. Had they just left Diane and John there, bleeding out in the barn for someone else to find? They wouldn’t even be looking for me. No one knew I was there. I was a complete secret. All my clothes were ordered in or made, and we ate healthy. So there wasn’t any of the junk food, as Diane called it, from the commercials on the television.

The man was about to break as I kept my eyes narrowed in on him. I was trying to remember if he had been there and taken part in killing the two most important people in my life. He tilted his head back to his radio and said, “Sir, I’m going to need back up.”

“Good.” I snarled.

I noticed his throat move, and an audible swallowing sound hiccupped in the back of his throat. I leaned down in almost a crouch and then launched myself straight upward. With this momentum, I was able to leap onto his shoulders and pull him to the ground. I started to beat the man for holding me back, and as he slipped out of consciousness, I heard distant footsteps coming toward me with vigor.

“THAT’S ENOUGH.”

They stopped in their tracks, and I ran to the other side of the hall. I tried to remember which room I had come from.

“William.” His sharp, booming tone made my muscles seize up as if it was a direct order, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. “That’s right, you are in my clan. You gave your loyalty to me. It belongs to no one else.”

My eyes widened, and I wanted to cry. The man that was responsible for the murder of everyone I have loved. I loathed this man. My upper lip curled in distaste and anger.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

I felt my body struggle to move down. I fought as hard as I could, but his gaze was crippling. My knees buckled, and I fell to my knees, my head bowed, and completely submitted. I was utterly degraded.

“Good boy.” He sneered.

Hatred and loathing, I tell you. Completely loathed him.

“Clean yourself up. Dinner is in an hour,” he snapped and then