A new day brought new problems. To inspect the World she came to me, before I had time to have breakfast. She was alarmed, even her always perfectly straight short hair looked somehow disheveled today. I watched her closely as she changed her bandages. Something definitely bothered her, and several times it seemed to me that she wanted to say something.- After five or six days, you can remove the bandage from your neck, you should save your hand for at least another seven days.We agreed with her that she would give me medicines with her. Actually, that's all - it remains to receive money from Bruce and you can touch it from here. I decided that it was better to awkwardly ask for Reed's tail than to the Martin brothers. If they have not grown mentally, then they will start to take me deeper into the forest and drop me off. At the very door of the World stopped and still could not stand it:- Lark, talk to Reed, please. He will have a difficult choice, and you can help him, - and the
And I woke up from the fact that the sun was shining directly into my eyes. Remembering who I shared the bed with that night, I jumped up. But I was alone in the bed and in the room. That must have surprised my aunt. Although she was surprised yesterday, because she heard everything perfectly. I had a strange feeling that I was late for something, I looked at the clock - half past ten. Better hurry, although I have no idea what time Reed should announce his choice.I chaotically began to pack up, brushing my teeth with one hand and buttoning my pants with the other. Even yesterday, before the wolf came into my room, I understood what Mira was hinting at and how Reed and I could get out. More precisely, for him it was an option so-so, but I could not go for more.There was no time to tame my curly mane, and as I was with a bird's nest after sleep, so I jumped out into the street. I need to talk to Reid first, put forward my condition to him, before rushing to Morgan. Reed lived with hi
Exiled to be, I suppose, too. Then it remains - to retire from the pack with a couple. And this is me, - he, suggesting that I continue, raised an eyebrow, - So, I just want to leave here. We can leave together, especially since I am now without wheels, it’s even more profitable for me. - So?- And then ... you look for a warmer place for yourself, and I will go where I planned."Understood." He walked back to the car. - What were you waiting for? - I said after him, - I'm just wondering what kind of reaction you expected from me, why are you so surprised by mine? - Do you hate me so much? What turns you on at the mere thought of trying? - he slammed the door, which he had already opened, and turned to me.- To attempt? What exactly? Live as one big and friendly family?"I don't expect that from you," he said tiredly, "but you could at least try to get to know me better." - But it's my right not to have anything to do with you, - I was starting to get pissed off that accusations
So they led me blindfolded. We left the knurled road, I walked, led by the hand of my aunt, constantly falling into the snow. My hand itched to rip that stupid blindfold off my eyes. I didn’t get the mystery of the moment at all and felt very stupid. Soon I smelled a fire, but we all wandered and wandered. Finally, when I heard the crackling of logs, and, in addition to smoke, the intoxicating smell of herbs reached me, we stopped. No one was in a hurry to remove the bandage from me, my hand flew up to my face, but my aunt's light touch stopped it."Wait," she whispered. Then I lost the feeling of her presence beside me. I could hear the soft creak of footsteps on the snow and the hiss of fire ahead. Then a wrinkled hand grabbed my hand tightly - it was Grandma Cooper - and led me forward. It was easier to go, apparently, the clearing was cleared of snow. She placed me very close to the fire, on the left side I felt the heat of the flame. For a few seconds I was left alone again, un
Now you have your own way - Laura Cooper took her grandson by the hand and led to the tree. To that very "family tree", probably. I reflexively followed them. The garland, as I now saw, was a simple rope on which leather bracelets were strung. They were all the same, only two stood out among them - instead of a wide leather strip, a wooden plate was threaded through. I moved even closer, almost burying myself in Reed. Names were written on the pieces of wood - Luke Wilson and Rachel Wilson. All the rest turned out to be named too - there were all the names of the pack. Grandma Cooper took off one bracelet and tied it around Reid's arm.“Wear it until you find a place that will become your new home,” I watched in horror as it turned from a marriage ceremony into a farewell ritual. She tied the knot around his wrist, then clasped his hand in her own. And then she let go. Reed no longer belonged to this pack. The wolves howled their farewells. My heart ached with pity for him. He froze i
Collecting my personal belongings took half an hour at the most, and that only because my aunt insisted that I take my albums with the herbarium. Caught up in my lies, I argued for a long time, and my aunt insisted that they would be a memorable piece of this place. And I couldn't tell her that I couldn't take them on the bus to Maryland and I'd have to leave them in Reed's car. My aunt did not stop there, she moved down from my room to collect things for my adult life. I stayed in the room to discreetly look at the bus schedule and build a route. You'll have to do transplants. I leaned back on the back of the bed. The bad thing is that I can leave Lovell either in fifteen minutes, no, already in fourteen, or only tomorrow morning. I opened the website for Powell Station, a town thirty minutes from Lovell. If I can get Reed to take me there, then from there I can take a bus to Casper, and then transfer to a bus to Laramie. By car, I would have reached Laramie in nine or ten hours, ot
Oh, Reid! I love you so much! Let's run away together, create our own flock and give birth to a bunch of wolf cubs! - I portrayed her, of course, in a squeaky voice.- Claire, my soul, I would be glad, but here's an ambush, I bit the other one, looking at the night, - oh, how it turned out in my verses, of course, in a rough bass.- I'll help you get rid of her - let's eat her! - carried me. At that moment, Reid grinned, shook his head, and looked straight at my window—right at me. Oops! Gotcha... Who knew that his wolf locators were tuned to my house. Claire must have realized that it was not her words that made Reed laugh, and she also looked at my window. Just less friendly. Hiding no longer made sense, Reed, looking at me, knocked on his watch, and pointed to the front door. That's right, he was following me when Claire caught him.Farewell to the aunt was short-lived - without hugs and long words. Such expressions of emotions were not peculiar to her, surpluses of tenderness were
- Oh, the party ... - only this was not enough for me after a ten hour bus ride, - Honestly, I'll be a corpse by the end of the day. I think I'll stay somewhere in the hotels at the entrance, and see you tomorrow. Certainly not in the morning.- I let you fall asleep at the party. When will we see you all now! - in anticipation of a fun party, he completely forgot my character.I still excused myself and said goodbye until tomorrow. I liked the gentle nature of David, even looking at the world differently, he never pressured me. Unlike the hurricane Sonya, he never got into my soul, he knew almost nothing about my life before university. This suited me perfectly, and I was glad that we were going to Maryland together. After six and a half unbearable hours, we arrived at Casper. The whole body was numb, the legs seemed to no longer straighten, and I also madly wanted to go to the toilet. Perhaps my neighbor would not be so bad if it were not for his annoying parents in the seat behind
They did not accompany me beyond the threshold of the house. I went out alone through the back door, wearing only a long poncho. I stepped on the cold ground with my bare feet and looked up at the sky. The moon has claimed its rights. Bright and round. Reed picked a great time to start the race. Oddly enough, the wolf in me was calm. Either the rut didn't work on her, or I drank too much wine. Throwing off my only robe in the shed and placing my mother's bracelet next to me, I took a deep breath and said softly before turning around: “Just not this year. And then she gave herself up to the she-wolf. I felt the thirst and desires of others. They seemed to be on fire, but their heat did not touch me. I was drawn to the forest, and I was calm. She circled the closest of her flock and rushed deep into the depths. I, as if stepped on the threshold of my native home, confident and peaceful. But there was something else. Something was waiting for me up there. Beckoning, but not demandin
— Kira! Kira, wake up!Martha's voice and an unpleasant thump on my shoulder pulled me out of a dream where I wandered through the woods in search of ... something. Listened to all my feelings, but could not find. What was I looking for? I didn’t have time to understand, because they unceremoniously woke me up in my own house, where, I can swear, I fell asleep alone.“Leave me alone,” she grumbled and hid from the intruder under a pillow.But she did not lag behind, moreover, she climbed on top of me and shook me well.No, no, you can't sleep now. I have such news!“Get off me, you annoying elephant!” She turned around and pushed her off.Then Martha crawled under the covers, looked under the pillow and put her head beside her.Pfft, so childish. Let me sleep. I don’t know what time it is, but I’m sure it’s God’s shit,” I muttered, barely moving my tongue, drifting off to sleep again.Reed approved. Mating season starts tomorrow.My eyes flew open. And it is unlikely that they had the
"No, I didn't," I grew more and more gloomy.And then, when Roca's mom treated us all to baked mutton pies in the courtyard of his house. The four of us sat at a round table - Me, Martha, Rock and Alex. Alex and I fought over the crunchiest pies, and Martha kept dreaming.“Just imagine, this year we might have a new member of the pack join us.- In terms of? Rock asked in surprise, barely chewing a huge piece of pie, which he hastily stuffed into his mouth, saving him from two gluttonous alphas.“Someone can find their mate from another pack."That's unlikely," Rock waved his hand.Why not? For example, you can get so far away from our territory by smelling your mate. So is she,” Martha smiled.“No, definitely not me.Of course not you. You're looking forward to your Beast choosing Molly, aren't you, Rock?“Maybe it will be me. Just like my Uncle Trent.I suddenly spoke up. I don't know why she said it. Yes, and remembered the father of Reed. But the expression on Alex's face explaine
I was waiting for the trial, threats. Grandma was gone, so I took her place in the rocking chair from where she usually watched the meetings, in the shade of her house. She swayed rhythmically and watched the others gather around the oak table. And she scrolled everything so that I would tell the pack if I were the leader. Probably, anger still spoke in me, but I would demand blood. I found Alex with my eyes, he also did not join the others at the table, he froze in the distance, leaning on the carved posts in the fence of my old house. And my eyes were ignored. Therefore, Ba liked to repeat - my character is not suitable for a leader. Too impulsive. Too easily emotions take over the mind. Reed appeared on the porch of the office, looked around the pack, and stopped at Lark and his son, who were sitting at the table. They took everyone, even the children. Lark looked worried, stroking her son's head, twiddling her fingers through the curls, but as soon as she caught her husband's ga
Surprisingly, the news about the new gene in the pack was perceived calmer than the close attention to us from the people from the hotel and the ban on solo outings. Let the lesser danger, but it is closer, and that makes it more frightening.I had to go to Reid, give him reports, but I continued to sit on the porch at Martha's house. We didn’t even really talk, we just worried together. There were so many things I wanted to discuss with her, but for some reason, what Ba told me, she could not pronounce. The tongue could not put together the necessary words, and in my thoughts, as if there was a taboo.“You know, I thought… If our blood can heal many people, then that’s good. We will save so many lives. They can come up with cures. Or they will develop something based on our gene, - Martha propped up her cheek with her hand and turned so that she could see me.“You will think differently when you lie on the operating table, and your blood will be pumped to the last drop. To heal a few
Dinner did take place that evening, thanks in part to Sarah's food. But much later, so Morgan pecked at the table.Although with the same success it was possible to bring that burnt meat pie to the table - no one had an appetite. Lark took Morgan to sleep in Rod's empty room, Ba moved to a chair closer to the fire in the fireplace. The others sat at the table and talked quietly, as if speaking a little louder would bring the disturbing thoughts to life.“How serious is it, Rod said?” Reed asked.- News, as always, and do not reflect half. There are several laboratories, and there are far from such peaceful purposes as they show us. And not in such peaceful ways,” said grandfather.He became even gloomier after they returned with their grandmother. And I was sure that my uncle did not tell even half, so as not to disturb the old people.He said he had suspicions. But then people failed to get on the trail of the werewolves, - Reed remained calm. - And now?He's not sure anymore. But he
“Mr. Wilson, five years ago, when I was fourteen, we found out that I do not understand half hints. Be direct about what you're getting at.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the old man wince. If the alpha points directly, even without the intent of an order, it is difficult to cross this barrier. I knew that the old man would never admit it, and therefore would not complain to his brother.“I didn't want to remind you. But my heart always remembers and regrets your loss: you lost your father, then your mother and maternal uncle ... If you think about it, then your brother and his wife are behind all these events.“If you think about it, my Uncle Trent is behind all this,” I said through gritted teeth. Every family has its own black sheep.Are you still wearing it? He suddenly changed the subject.My gaze dropped to my hand. I myself did not notice how unconsciously I began to twist the strap on my arm. Mr. Wilson knew it well, having seen me put it on. And he knew the reason.I lowe
And at my eighteen. Right after the birthday, when we were alone.Nothing has changed. We were pulled and thrown back. And the gap between us grew.And at the next meeting, we put on hopelessly cheerful smiles and did not discuss anything. As if it wasn't.But this look. Every time this look. I tried to understand him, but I couldn't.- Grandma, go. I'll be back in a minute,” I told Grandma, never taking my eyes off Alex. Her fingers reached for the bracelet on her arm, seeking reassurance.Well, Alex Wilson, I know the rules of the game very well. I smiled, nodded in the direction the stranger had gone, and rolled my eyes. Alex nodded in understanding.I waved my hand and turned away. There was no point in discussing anything. Not when I was so afraid of losing my best friend.Not when we both knew full well that two alphas couldn't be together. In this duel, only one will survive. It doesn't matter what stupid human hearts felt.***In the evening, Reed gathered us around an oak tab
Toward morning, I found myself naked in the forest. The she-wolf left, left me, as if punishing me. This was not her first meanness, and in this case, I kept caches of clothes and shoes all over the forest. In the nearest one, I found a long shirt and sneakers that were almost trashed. Too many hiding places, too few unnecessary clothes.But such a walk through the gloomy forest, when the sun was just preparing to assert its rights, on the grass wet with dew, cleared my head. I, like a ghost, went through the fog to the community houses. Tourists should see me! My feet were covered in mud and grass, my head was a complete mess. Maybe not a ghost? Maybe a bride from the grave? Thinking like that, a smile appeared on my face, and I smoothed out the fabric of my white shirt, which reached down to my knees.I went into the house through the back door, threw off my dirty sneakers, made a note in my head that I needed to return things to the hiding place in case of new wolf kicks, and went