6

We lay like this for a long time, enjoying our unity and the newfound inner harmony. Thoughts flowed lazily in my head, preventing the burden of reality from falling into our small and cozy little world, ruining everything. Now all the stories about the disagreements between the werewolf and his inner beast seemed like empty tales. How can this be? Doesn't fit in the head. Everything is so simple - trust the beast, and he will trust you in return. Or is it just me?

Apparently, I am a very specific werewolf. And yes, I have an unusual wolf. Previously, dreaming of going through initiation and finding my beast, I thought that my she-wolf would be the same as everyone else's - small and gray. The only thing I could hope for was that the color of her color would be dominated by lighter ash tones. And that's it! In fact, here's how it turned out. Healthy black wolf. Alpha!

Slowly opening my eyes, I emerged from the habitat of the beast, again finding myself sitting on the bed. Well, now you can try and spread. The wolf's roar confirmed her willingness to experiment. I, too, was ready, though I didn’t know how to do it at all. No, I have seen more than once how wolves did it in the community, using daggers. Yes, and throwing the leader (so that he chokes on a bone and dies in terrible agony!) And I also saw Arthur. My sapphire wolf did it easily and naturally. But what did he do about it? What did you feel about it? Maybe he mentally turned directly to his beast, and he changed his hypostasis? At this conclusion of mine, the she-wolf snorted, showing that she would not do that. Or it can't. However, it does not matter - the meaning of her snorting does not change from this.

Maybe I'm missing something? Arthur said that all alphas of the inner wolf have a name. This is something so intimate that the name was shared only with the closest people, and even then, not with everyone. Basically, when the alpha got a mate, he could tell her the name of the beast. And he could not speak - everything is very individual.

But he gave me a name. Sapphire. His wolf's name is Sapphire. Why exactly, he promised to tell me after his return. It is a pity that by that time I had already been expelled. And it's a pity that during all this time Arthur never came to me.

Not! You can’t name the name of the wolf and just forget the one that opened up so much! There is definitely something wrong here! And if I'm right, and my beloved leader really erased a piece of memory - you need to think about how to fix everything. And for that, I need to learn how to flip.

Unfortunately, of all the possible names for my inner she-wolf, only "Asterisk" and "Spark" came to mind now. The she-wolf, closely following the course of my thoughts, no longer growled, but simply grimaced defiantly, covering her ears with her paws. It is clear that she does not like such names. And, to be honest, me too. Having mentally agreed with her that we would come up with a name together a little later, I began to recall my yesterday's feelings before the transformation. My head then split into pieces from acute pain, but it seems to me that I destroyed the block that stood in memory. What happened after? It seems that the cramp twisted the whole body, passing very quickly - barely having time to start. Maybe that's what it is?

Causing convulsions in the body turned out to be a very failed occupation. Nothing worked! I even got a little out of breath, diligently straining my whole body in order to eventually change my hypostasis from a human to a wolf, but as a result, I only got an indignant sigh from the she-wolf. I am definitely doing something wrong. It remains a mere trifle - to understand what exactly!

I was interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. Wow, this is something new! For all the time spent in exile under the person of Mary, I could not make friends, so I do not expect guests. At all. Moreover, to be honest, I don’t remember a single time that anyone rang at the door of my apartment at all!

Throwing on a bathrobe, I began to stealthily move towards the hallway, quickly scrolling through my mind the options of who could be standing on the other side of the door. Leader? Ruled out! He could not know that I remembered everything. My memory returned to me at night, and I had not yet left the apartment, and I had not spoken to anyone. Unreal... Arthur? I would like to, but it would be too good to be true.

Maybe one of the neighbors is there? With the she-wolf, we staged a notable pogrom, maybe the caring residents decided to find out if everything is all right with me? Or called the police at night, and she arrived just now?

Another trill of the bell made me jump nervously. Guards! What a fool I am! Each exile exiled from the community was always assigned one or two wolves from the pack in order to spy on him. How could I forget about it?! And, of course, the leader assigned someone to me! But who?! After going over in my mind all the faces that I had seen over the past year that managed to emerge in my memory, a new wave of panic covered me. Pressing my hand to my lips, in a pathetic attempt not to groan out loud, I closed my eyes, carefully evening out my breath. Behind the door, if I'm right now, there should be one of the guys living in the apartment opposite. Igor, or Oleg. Two brothers with whom I hardly know each other in exile. Just said hello when we met. But before that, while still living in the community, I knew perfectly well two guards, for whom no less number of girls sighed,

This is the end! Two seasoned werewolves could not help but understand that I had spread yesterday. I made too much noise - howled, whined, growled. And one look at the apartment will be enough to confirm without a doubt that a wolf raged here yesterday.

Closing my eyes as if I were about to jump into cold water, I opened the door. There is still no other way out. I have nowhere to run. Yes, even if there was somewhere, you won’t run far from the guards. Of course, they are not beaters, but now I can’t even cope with a simple wild wolf, to be sure about two wolfdogs.

- Hello Maria! - on the threshold, as I expected, was one of the brothers - Oleg.

The fair-haired man carefully examined me with cold gray eyes, causing a desire to whine and hide in the farthest and darkest corner of the apartment. The light, polite smile that seemed to have grown to his handsome face did not smooth out the impression from him.

- Are you alright? – without waiting for an answer from me to his greeting, he asked, looking into my eyes.

I had a lump in my throat. Looking at a member of my former pack, I felt like a worthless and pathetic human being. Oleg, taller than me by a whole head, seemed to occupy the entire space of the landing. And it wasn't about the bulging muscles tensing under the sleeves of his shirt, and it wasn't about the commanding stance in which he stood waiting for an answer. He was surrounded by an aura of authority and strength that were beyond my control.

- Maria? the guest reminded me that he was still waiting for my answer.

"Good morning," I mumbled in a suddenly shrunken voice. – Did something happen?

Oleg narrowed his eyes, giving me another look. The she-wolf and I froze at the same time. But if everything inside me was shrinking from fear in anticipation of an imminent catastrophe, then the she-wolf crouched to the ground and bared her teeth, preparing for an attack.

My dear, don't you understand that this is in vain? Even if we managed to change our hypostasis, I doubt that we would be able to cope with Oleg's beast. Even if I were an alpha a thousand times, without experience and training, I would not be able to withstand even an ordinary wolfdog. But his brother must be around somewhere. And let a miracle happen, and I will be able to defeat one werewolf - I can’t cope with two under any circumstances.

The she-wolf accepted the course of my thoughts, and even mentally agreed, but did not change her position. And right! To die, so with the song! And let no one then say that I did not fight! If anyone even remembers me...

- It was very noisy at your place at night, - having glanced at the opening space behind me, Oleg frowned a little, - I came to find out if something happened to you.