5

“My son is ashamed that he gave in to his beast in primitive instincts and spent the night with you,” our leader told me after being locked up for almost a day. But he is a man, he is allowed to do it. Unlike you. You dishonored your family with your depraved behavior, Vladimir. If by such actions you decided to force Arthur, as a worthy man, to declare you his couple, then you were mistaken. Arthur is not interested in the one-time cheap things that creep under him for a place in the sun. You are not the first, you are not the last. But, unlike the others, you have jeopardized the honor of the entire community, and you have no right to be part of it anymore!

The words of the former leader clearly lined up in my memory, as if he had told me all this just a couple of minutes ago. My heart sank painfully at the thought that this might be true. That Arthur really...

The roar of the she-wolf that broke into the subconscious brought me back to my senses. She is right! Arthur couldn't do this to me! He loves me! Really loves! Like I do it! It's all his father! Arseny. Leader! Maybe Arthur doesn't know what's going on.

Yeah. Do not know! And I've been gone for more than a year, because I'm playing hide and seek with him! And masterfully, since he still can’t find me! No, this is something else. Almost the entire community saw my exile, he simply cannot help but know where I am. It's another matter if he doesn't care. From the new dissenting roar of the she-wolf, I mentally brushed aside. And it's so sickening, and an excuse for a loved one will never come to mind. It's good that at least the memory has returned - probably this is the only plus in this whole story.

- Here it is! - a thought dawned on me. - Memory!

Arseny would not completely erase the memory of his son, but who knows, maybe, perhaps, partially erase something? Like me? Or memories of the last week before my exile? Indeed, until this moment, Arthur did not allow himself anything superfluous ... On the contrary, sometimes he even avoided me ...

The last thought stung unpleasantly, but I pushed it away myself, ignoring the growling wolf inside. Arthur then explained everything to me that he was waiting for me to grow up, that he saw my love and waited. I did not want, as he then said, to seduce a still quite child. And even though I was very offended by these words of his, now I understand that he was right. It wasn't until I was almost eighteen that Arthur began to take notice of me. To be honest, by that time I had already almost abandoned my naive attempts to win him over, putting aside the beautiful dreams of how he asks me to become his couple. And here - on you! Flirting Arthur himself!

Finally freezing under a cold shower, I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a terry towel. Water did its job, and it became much easier to think. However, how to accept the reality that has fallen on me. Arthur definitely couldn't betray me. It's impossible. It's all about his father, apparently Arseniy, I do not fit the role of his son's couple so much that he radically solved the problem. It remains only to somehow meet with Arthur. I am sure that my blue-eyed alpha will be able to immediately solve all our problems. My sapphire wolf.

Climbing into what was left in the bedroom from the bed, and until the moment when I was finally overtaken by sleep, I scrolled through my head the memories of my life that came back to me. Especially savoring those associated with Arthur. Just think, even having completely erased my memory, the leader could not take away the memory of his son's sapphire eyes.

The morning greeted me not too joyfully. I woke up not getting enough sleep, from sunlight beating directly into my eyes, and pain in my back, due to the uncomfortable position in which I spent the whole night on the wreckage of the bed. Looking around the room with a quick glance, I realized that repairs could not be avoided - everything was destroyed. Yes ... the she-wolf and I had a lot of fun, you can’t say anything! Despite the chaos around me, a smile involuntarily stretched on my lips. I am Vladimir! I remember everything - and this is the main thing! Obscurantists with a pogrom in the apartment, soon I will live anyway ... where?

Of course, the most logical thing would be to return to the pack and talk to Arthur. But what if the leader really erased his memory? Then you won't be able to talk. Moreover, I strongly doubt that they will let me into the territory of the community at all. And what to do? Contact your parents in some way? No, not at all an option. I remember too well the indifference on their faces as I stood tied to a post in the square. They disowned me. This also applies to older brothers and sisters. They didn't come to my exile at all. Did they really care so much about my life? Did I really mean so little to them that expelling me from the pack and erasing my personality to the root seemed to them an event that did not require their attention? And although the realization of all this responded with a dull pain in my heart, I tried to return to the pressing problems.

So, how can I talk to my beloved? Sneak somewhere? Yet he does not always sit on the territory of the pack. Or take a chance and visit the former community? You can try to sneak in unnoticed, but I have no idea how to do it. I was exiled before my initiation, and I don't know a single rule about how to behave as a wolf. You can’t completely rely on a she-wolf - yesterday I took her under control, where she will now remain. Of course, she has instincts, but relying only on them is pure madness! So, before I dare to go to the community, I need to properly practice being in a wolf's clothing.

Will I be able to flip over again? The question took me by surprise, causing the wolf inside to snort offendedly. Don't be mad, my dear! Let me gather my thoughts...

Yesterday's change of incarnation happened too unexpectedly and abruptly, while I had no control over it.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to sit comfortably on the bed, and, as we were taught in the community, I relaxed, mentally imagining the habitat of my inner beast. What exactly this place is - they never explained to us, saying that everyone has their own, and the understanding of what it is will come immediately after the first appeal. Weird, but it worked! After a few minutes of silence, I saw myself standing in a small clearing in the middle of a nighttime summer forest. Fireflies and moths swirled in the air, many flowers grew around, shimmering in the soft silver light of the moon, and the soothing murmur of a stream was heard nearby. Handsomely!

On the other side of the clearing, a large black she-wolf with piercing green eyes stood and examined me, just like I did her. With every step she took in my direction, the skin shone with silver from the light of the night luminary. I just as cautiously walked towards her, remembering the stories of older werewolves about how important the first contact with the inner beast is. After all, if for some reason a wolf is offended by a human essence, the change of hypostasis and being in a second guise can turn into a real nightmare! The discord between man and beast often drove werewolves to madness, which I personally absolutely do not want!

- Hello, my beauty, - having met the wolf in the middle of the clearing, I squatted down, looking at her from the bottom up and carefully stretching my hand towards the muzzle. - Will you let me? I will never harm you or hurt you.

Nothing happened for a minute while my other self considered my proposal. I was already beginning to worry that too much time had passed since my eighteenth birthday, and now the beast might not accept me. For me, and so a big mystery - how I did it at all! But here the she-wolf was able to surprise me. Instead of burying her muzzle in my palm, as a sign of her acceptance of me, she snorted and fell on her back at my feet, explicitly hinting at permission to scratch her tummy! She even wagged her tail a little! The highest sign of trust! We are wolves, we open the stomach only next to those whom we trust as ourselves. This is the weakest spot! And the fact that now my she-wolf showed me her absolute trust touched me to tears. Or were they tears of anger, and resentment against the former flock, for

- My girl, my good smart girl, - I whispered to her, swallowing unbidden tears, burying my hands in soft black wool, - we can handle all this, right? Of course we can! And one day, I promise you, we will run with Arthur, through the forest, at night. Can you imagine how great it would be? Let's run and swim in the moonlight. Leaves and patches of earth will fly out from under our paws ...

The she-wolf listened attentively, and, judging by her contented purr, she liked my words. I also liked the picture that appeared before my eyes, described by me.

The apotheosis of the action was that the she-wolf licked my face! With a yelp of surprise, I rolled awkwardly onto my side, landing on the grass next to her. At the sight of her dumbfounded muzzle, I, unexpectedly for myself, laughed. Sincere, pure and even a little childish! The she-wolf, who decided to share my mood, lay on her side next to me, throwing her paws at me, imitating hugs. I answered her in the same way, burying my hands in the wool and hiding my head in the area of ​​her neck.

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