I stood on the porch and looked at the darkening morning sky, which was periodically flashed by lightning. She chuckled - Martha was arguing with a neighbor about the weather yesterday and, as always, she was right. True, I was a little mistaken - it will not rain, but a good thunderstorm.I went around a small house, checking whether it was necessary to hide anything from the elements, whether the windows were tightly closed and ran to the procurement room. Most of all, under the drops drumming on the roof, sort and lay out herbs, flower petals, dried mushrooms.Sitting at a simple lesson, I recalled how two months had flown by. Summer was coming to an end and in a few days Alina would leave for Krasnoyarsk to continue her studies. It's a pity ... our fun evening gatherings will be greatly missed.At first, working with Martha, I was insanely tired. From morning until late at night, we planted, looked after her large traviarium, and worked in greenhouses. Often Martha was called as a
It all happened about three weeks ago. Martha was summoned to the neighboring werewolf settlement of our pack. It is not clear how the infection was brought into the greenhouse there and rare herbs began to die in them. Having collected a bunch of necessary and unnecessary things with her, giving me a lot of orders and instructions, Marta, alarmed to the point of a tank on a platoon, firing without warning, departed in the right direction.Breathing a sigh of relief, I redid everything in half a day. In the evening Alina ran in, chatted about nothing, had tea, and I went to see her off.She walked slowly back, so slowly that night darkness descended on the street. Approaching her house, she looked back at the black bulk of the forest, and at that moment the moonlight reflected from the wolf's eyes. For some reason, I had no doubts that it was a wolf.I stopped, carefully watching him and noting to myself that I was not afraid. One has only to yell and the nearest neighbors will be her
“For a long time, back in my childhood, I asked a couple of times where she works and even once asked to go to work with her,” I smiled sadly, “but she answered that in every city you have to look for different jobs and the bosses are strict, there are no children loves. Then, already matured, I heard from her that she works in one place or another.- So, she really did not want you to know about it and, as you can see, she succeeded. Do not judge Liushka without knowing the reason. And as for the fact that Maxim and Alexei know about it, don't worry - they are good guys, reliable. No one in the pack will know. But they will form their opinion about you based on your actions and behavior. And you are a good girl, - she pulled me to her, hugged me, - And beautiful and smart, so don't worry - everything will be fine.After that conversation, I felt better. True, sometimes I still mentally returned to the riddle - why did my mother do this, but there was no longer an oppressive feeling.
Dinner in the red house, before Alina's departure, was noisy and fun. Alina's acquaintances came, who the other day also went to study. At the table, young people told stories from student life, jokingly joking with each other. There was constant laughter.At first, she was wary. Apparently, somewhere on a subconscious level, she expected a negative attitude towards herself, but seeing in the eyes of others, first interest, and then friendliness, she relaxed and really enjoyed communication.Maxim was present only at the very beginning, then he delivered a parting speech and left the dining room. My brother and I stayed.With the departure of the alpha, everyone sighed more freely. Today, for the first time, I saw the influence on those around him of an aura of authority that covered everyone like a heavy veil. And by judgment I realized that it had a weaker effect on me than on the others. I almost did not feel the danger emanating from him. But I saw how this feeling is reflected in
The awakening was abrupt - the signal of the car seemed to be pulled out of sleep. Alinka also jumped up, and we sleepily turned our heads. Looks like we've already entered the city. Good soundproofing of the car allowed us to sleep longer, cutting off from the hum of the morning metropolis.About twenty minutes later, Maxim stopped near the square, said that he needed to leave on business, and, unloading us, left. Marta waved her hand to the side, directed us to a cafe across the square and also rushed off to some nearby acquaintance.And Alina and I, like two sleepy owlets, stretching, headed in the indicated direction. I don't know about her, but I was craving coffee.The glances, though rare in the morning, of the men we met slipped over me, as if not noticing, and clung to Alina. For three months I have lost the habit of this feeling - a faceless, white crow. And this trip and the behavior of Maxim brought me back from heaven to the sinful earth, where I belong. You can be a roma
- Leah, Lee-and-and-I. Are you home? a voice broke through my dream.- Yes, at home, at home, where else could she be. You don't smell like home. Lee-i-i-i! - already the second voice.I sat on the bed, not really waking up and not understanding who was calling me, until two women entered my bedroom - Oksana and Marina.- Nu here is, snoozing! And I told you!- Yes, wait, you said, you said. Leah, are you sick?I shook my head in denial and, recovering myself, jumped out of bed:- Hi. What are you doing here?- Ha! Well, look at this shaggy miracle! Did you hear it? - Oksana turned to Marina.- Yes, I heard! Get away from the girl! Leah, are you sure you're fine? - already Marina.“Yes,” I stammered, already understanding what was happening. Oh, I must have overslept. I don't even know how it happened... Sorry! - and recollecting herself, she asked: - What are you doing here?Both of them, as if on command, grunted, opened their mouths at the same time, but Oksana was ahead of her fri
Running out into the street, rushed to her house. Running inside, she slammed the door and, leaning her back against it, slid down. Instantly coming to her senses, she jumped up and pulled the bolt. On stiff legs she went around all the rooms, closing the windows and pulling the curtains tightly.Having closed the last one, she went to the shower, ripping off her things along the way. And only under jets of water gave vent to tears. I did not cry, I howled from pain and resentment. How? For what? What did I do? What did you deserve? Target?He asked what my goal was. Yes, she is! I really, really wanted to stay here to live. See around the same as me, at any time turn around and frolic in the forest, to the point of aching in the paws. Don't hide, don't run!Money? Yes, I was ready to work for food and housing, just to stay here! Tears stifled, sobs bursting out of her throat in jerks. Alina!.. How could you accuse me of wanting to harm her?How long I sat like that, under the jets of
Leaving Wallia and heading for the "Red" house, he turned the girl's passport in his hands - the last final detail of the plan. He stopped, flipped through the pages, and put them in his pocket. Today, the topic she raised about the disappearance of her mother made it clear that she could not delay any longer.Warbler Onyx's mercenaries found Leah two months ago, but while the girl is on the territory of the Amber pack, they can't do anything. Should the werewolves poke their nose into our territory, they will give a reason for the confrontation of the packs. Therefore, all this time they are forced to simply watch and wait. It remains only to understand, to find out: what Onyx wants.The fact that Slavka is hunting for an artifact - I rejected this version a long time ago. Onyx is not such a fool to spend a lot of money on mercenaries and carefully cover up the traces of the search activities of the latter because of a generic artifact, especially one tied to the genome of someone el
Peak, peak, peak ... I heard through a dream and sharply opened my eyes. The room was illuminated by moonlight. Maxim turned off the alarm, turned to me and touched his lips intending to kiss, but I rested my palms on his chest.- Leah? He looked at me with a slight frown.- Don't, - she averted her eyes in embarrassment, but finished: - I didn't brush my teeth and I, well, you understand ... - and I didn't expect to hear laughter at all.- My girl, you never cease to amaze me, - smiling, he said to me, and leaning sharply, captured my lips, - It's time to get up, a car will come for us soon, - speaking, he got up, stretched, not at all embarrassed by his nakedness. I again stared at him, - Go to the shower, I'll wait.She briskly jumped up and ran to take water procedures, surprised: she had slept quite a bit, but there was no drowsiness and fatigue, and even her appetite woke up.While Maxim was taking a shower, I got dressed. It took him less than five minutes to get ready. We even
Only when my palm, clasping his cock at the base, stroked it up, he closed his eyes, exhaling hoarsely, grabbed my chest, lightly stroking the nipple with his fingers, to which I exhaled raggedly. I really liked the feeling of tender, velvety skin under my fingers, a little clasping his hard nature with my palm, leading him up and hearing a quiet moan, feeling how he pushes his hips to meet my movements, while looking into his face and enjoying the emotions reflected on him. Until his hand went down.With one sharp movement, he pulled my shorts down to my knees, slightly hurting me with this movement, I already wanted to protest, as his palm lay on my pubis, stroking the top with his fingers. Thoughts fled, and I involuntarily squeezed my hand on his cock, from which he, moaning, at once smeared in a rough caress on my already wet folds, touching the focus of my pleasure.With a groan, she leaned her hips towards him. If before that I was afraid of what might happen, now fear beat in
But I would like to tell you everything that happened. It seems to me, - I hesitated a little, but after an encouraging, supportive shrug of the palm held by Maxim, I continued more boldly: - For some reason I am sure: that you just need to tell.The priest smiled warmly.- I'm glad that I was able to earn the trust.Looking at Maxim, she gathered her courage and began to tell, once again plunging into not the most pleasant memories. Trying not to miss a single detail. As soon as I started, I was even a little confused when Maxim got up, jerked closer, lifting me up, sat in an armchair, sitting me on his knees and hugging me. Shiknuv embarrassedly at him, she heard his voice at the top of her head: “Go on,” she turned to the priest, who was sitting with a face as if nothing had happened, stammering, continued to tell. As soon as I finished, there was silence in the office, broken only by muffled sounds from outside the window.- I have to thank you, Wallia, - the priest somehow tiredl
Shuffling, it became uncomfortable from the presence of outsiders in the ward, she quietly answered:- Hello. Everything is fine. The doctor came and I think he was also pleased with the examination.“Good,” he exhaled and, straightening up, approached and greeted the men, who calmly reacted to the fact that they were made to wait. Standing next to the window, Maxim folded his arms across his chest, showing with all his appearance that if anyone even looked askance at me, he would rush to the defense. With difficulty tearing my eyes away from him and trying to breathe deeper in order to calm my heart jumping joyfully from such care, I looked at the priest.- I'm glad to see you, and if I may, I would like to start with gratitude, - she began the conversation herself. And then they sit, look silently, it is not clear how long it would last! - Ulziy, thank you very much! - specially did not begin to thank the second man.As soon as they entered the ward, a small bell rang inside me, as
Awakening caused a sore throat: like sandpaper scraped off the inner layer, even breathing was painful! I was extremely thirsty. I tried to get up, but with horror I realized that I could not even move a finger. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t even really see anything - there was a cloudy veil before my eyes. I wanted to scream, but it wasn't a wheeze that came out of my throat, it was a hiss.From the fear that I remained an invalid, I began to tremble. And as if through a thick layer of cotton wool I heard a voice, but I could not make out the words and understand who it belongs to. Someone lifted me up, and I realized that they were trying to pour something down my throat.With difficulty, but I was able to take a few small sips of some terribly bitter tincture, from which my throat was scorched by a bright flash of pain, after which my consciousness turned off. I don’t know how many times I came to my senses like this, but each time I felt a little better.In one of the awakenings
We walked slowly along the tunnel, which goes downhill. The walls, the ceiling here were covered with dense fabric, there was a carpet underfoot, so the priest carried a lantern, a large candle in which was covered with glass, as I understood these were some fire safety measures, although they seemed to me rather meager. Do not bring the Creators here to accidentally set fire to something: a fire will immediately break out! And you can’t hide anywhere: the tunnel was quite long, but without branches. Hugging my shoulders nervously, I still didn’t dare to express my concerns to him, I just walked, listening to the priest’s quiet voice:“The decoctions that I gave you are a collection of herbs that help open energy channels,” he explained, “an ointment that was rubbed in would help relax the muscles. You see, you are now, not only as an empty vessel, but also sealed.- But I somehow manifested a gift ...- Yes, apparently there is very little left, one might say at the bottom. But wheth
But then, when this crazy interview is over, I will be taken away for training and I won’t have to meet Maxim’s eyes, at least for a while. “Creator, what does he feel for me now? After all, it’s all disgusting, disgusting!” She shook herself: “Not now! Not to think! But he will have time to think about what he heard! Having somehow mastered herself, she went out and ran into Maxim.- Leah, - he tried to pull me to him, but I shook my head and pulled away.- It's all right, really. I need to finish the interview, - I went back with a decisive step, sat down on the carpet, waited until Maxim settled down next to me and there was silence. Without raising her eyes to the priest, she dropped:- Sorry, I accidentally delved, as you hope you understand, into not the brightest memories for me. Yes, you are right: I lost my virginity by force. At thirteen. It was an ordinary human man, - I dropped the words in the echoing silence of the cave, which was broken by the breathing of men, and I st
- Maxim, wait, why is there fabric everywhere?- Because the fabric absorbs sounds. At the same time, several werewolves go through the procedure of contacting the creators at once, each in their own sector, and sometimes these procedures are quite unpleasant, painful for someone, -This already alerted me and, pulling back, listened to him already with anxiety:"Are you saying it's painful or unpleasant?" Why?- Both painful and unpleasant, but working with a gift, correcting, correcting cannot pass like a holiday. Everyone decides for himself whether to go to the well or not, and only the priest can say what he can expect in this or that case. Again, only speculation. But after the interview, everyone is given time to consider whether he wants to go further or not. So do not be afraid: you will have the opportunity to refuse.Nodding, I asked more calmly:- You said something about doors.- Hmm, yes, the doors there also replace the original curtains. But before leaving you alone, t
We were taken to the airport by the same driver who had been taking us to the office and back all this time. It took an hour to go through all the pre-landing procedures, twenty minutes of waiting, and now we are already in the air, flying to the town of Yokkaichi. On the plane, she finally began to ask Maxim about his life: what he likes and what not. His passion shocked me: it turns out: he likes to do blacksmithing! And this is in our age!- And why blacksmith? And in general, how did you get addicted to him? - She looked at him in surprise.- Why? Don't know. You like to draw, don't you? - waited for my affirmative nod: - And why?- Well, - I hesitated, choosing words, - I just like it, it calms me, and then the very capture of a certain moment is a bit of magic for me. It doesn't matter what I draw: a portrait or a landscape.- I have the same. And I also like the end result of the work: it doesn't matter if it's a rose or an openwork fireplace grate, or just a horseshoe. Yes, an