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WOLF MARK 43.2
The meeting was all at the same table, he witnessed many events. I hope that not a single tourist will now wander uninvited into the cottage village. Because his eyes would have presented a truly incredible sight. Enormous bear-like beasts paced among the houses, and beside them, women scurried about without fear and children fooled around. Not only Aunt Sarah remained at home. Of course, the fight is not a spectacle for children. Rachel, Norma, Mary and Courtney stayed to look after the children. The world was not visible either.Next to the other children, I saw Kira. She did not take part in the game of children who tried to climb onto the wolves and ran away laughing when the werewolves did not seriously growl and made feeble attempts to catch them. Here it is, fun in an ordinary werewolf family. A playful game of children with a werewolf dad. Did Kira now remember how she fooled around with Morgan in the same way? Or was she offended that her friends so quickly forgot about her g
WOLF MARK 44
At that moment, when the seat belt stung my neck and dug painfully into my body, when my head fell back from an invisible blow, and my hands involuntarily flew up, there was only one thought in my head - I foresaw it. Holding back sobs in the bathroom, looking back at Reed for the last time, getting into the car with Luke, a second before the huge SUV drove into us at full speed, even then I knew that something was going to go wrong."Luke, Luke," I called. My voice sounded muffled, like I was wearing earplugs. The buzzing in my ears reminded me of flying in an airplane. Luke didn't answer. His entire body was covered in small pieces of glass. The driver's door was crushed, and Luke was sandwiched between it and the gearbox. I unbuckled my belt and turned to him. - God, God, - I touched his hand, moving, - Wake up, Luke.Everything will be fine, everything will be fine, I repeated to myself mentally. He is alive, he is alive. I'll call for help. I got out of the car and looked aroun
WOLF MARK 44.2
A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search. "Go," Luke nudged me in the back.The wolves parted, allowing me to come closer. The moment Reid noticed me, when his eyes fell on my hand, Trent struck. He took advantage of Reed's distraction. But he did not take into account the fury of his son, who saw the consequences of the attack on his couple. Reid was unstoppable. Tore, fell and tore again. Trent gave up. He no longer had time to attack, he tried to jum
WOLF MARK 45
For a very long time there was a picture in front of my eyes, how a she-wolf looks at Hachiko with a challenge, how he does not take his eyes off his murdered father. The decision he made so hard meant nothing.A very long time, all the way to the hospital in Lovell, where Luke took me at once; in the emergency room, where they injected me with painkillers and left me to wait for the doctor. I was sitting on a bed, on one of a number of others, not fully curtained, allowing me to observe the bustling life of the hospital: urgently hurrying doctors, confused patients and excited attendants. It was a little surprising why there were so many night patients in such a small town. Perhaps from drugs, but I had the feeling that I was Alice, who got into the Looking Glass. Among the victims of domestic squabbles, drunk teenagers, I, with a broken werewolf arm, felt like from another planet. When asked by the medical staff what happened to me, I habitually answered that it was a car accident
WOLF MARK 46
Mira stood in the center of the living room. She did not even turn to us, her eyes and, apparently, her cry were directed at Reed. He stood at the window half-turned to her. Or maybe he turned around to meet us. If I even got to know him a little, then he likes to meet such conversations with his back. Grandma Cooper sat regally in a narrow burgundy high-backed chair. She didn't change her gray clothes. For what son, I wonder, she is now grieving. On the couch, the same burgundy color as much in this house, sat a downcast Bruce, he examined his overworked hands. He seemed to be very anxious to return to his workshop so as not to take part in this conversation.- Where is the confidence that this will not happen again? How can we trust this family?Mira's new wave of rage stopped us on the threshold of the living room. We froze with containers in our hands.- Whole family? Are you ready to kick out four members of the pack without good reason? - Reed, unlike Mira, spoke quietly, but it
WOLF MARK 47
Here he is - a witness to the rites of the flock. I carefully ran my hand over the old bark. It was very hot and sunny, but under the poplar branches it was as if its own microclimate reigned. Perhaps, and indeed, this is not an ordinary tree.- Why are we here? I asked Reed. The poplar was so big that it completely hid Reed from me. I went around the trunk. - I convinced Ba not to arrange a circus then, but we must perform one ceremony with you.- What are we going to bite again? I covered my neck in mock horror."Fool," Reed smiled.He reached into the pocket of his bridge and pulled out a clenched fist. As if showing a trick, he held his hand, and now two straps are clamped in his fingers. I shifted my gaze to the poplar thong garland. There were fewer straps now - there was no Morgan and Fred's strap. "Your bracelet." I ran my finger over his name on one of the bracelets in Reed's hand.- And this is yours, - he handed me the second one, - I made it a long time ago. Back then, o
WOLF MARK 48
But there are still many questions for the future. I stayed here and time seemed to stand still. Temporarily postponed my graduate school. I gave myself a little break, and then I will start training remotely. Although Reed likes to dream that we can go on a road trip again. I'm sorry that contacts with David were cut off, which, by the way, my jealous boyfriend is very happy about. But Sonya, true to herself, does not leave me alone even in the pack. For her, a bad connection is not an obstacle. It persistently attacks phones, mail and all applications that are installed on my phone. Thanks to Sonya, my connection with Berta is also maintained, who, by the way, is doing great. All fears were overcome, and she moved in with Paul. I hope I never lose this connection with the human world. Very unobtrusively from the edge of the village grows like a mushroom, a new cottage. This is the new pink elephant in my relationship with Reed. For some reason it is very difficult for us to discuss
WOLF MARK 49
- Fight! - a girl of seven years old was balancing on a fallen log and maintained a confident stance of a fighter. She looked over her fists at the boy, who had just stepped onto the opposite edge of the log, but he felt less confident in wanting to be there. - Hey! What are you frozen?Without waiting for his answer, she deftly ran along the log and pushed him with her shoulder from all the running start. The boy fell. The girl towered over him with a triumphant smile. She did not see his face, he turned away and breathed heavily. He didn't turn around until he calmed down. Then he simply stood up, scratched his palms to peel off the leaves and litter that had stuck into the skin, and sat down on a log.The girl frowned, the victory was no longer so pleasing.Why don't you answer? Come on again.- I do not want."Then how are you going to defeat me?"- I don't want to beat you.The boy tore off a piece of bark from the tree and threw it, the shell hit the hollow of the tree opposite.
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