All Chapters of WOLF MARK: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Six months ago, I knew what I wanted and where I wanted to be. Ordinary human life and away from these places. Fate laughed at my plans. She showed how sometimes the most important events in your life happen in one second. Point of no return.Do you believe in Fate? Not? Then she will definitely click you on the nose.Although I'm not like you, maybe for you people, Fate gives more freedom.Who am I? I am a half-breed. And this is my struggle with the inevitable.I may be a useless niece, but this is my last visit to this damn hole! Pretty but damn! Everything in me shuddered as soon as I crossed the border of Lovell. And you heard not Lowell, Massachusetts, but Lovell, Wyoming, a lost town of a little over two thousand people, with an area of ​​​​a little less than three square kilometers. It was here that I spent my worst years, called by many childhood. Among this tiny population there are those who are responsible for this. Unfortunately, I'm heading straight for them...

I'm on fire My neck and shoulder are burning, generously distributing pain throughout my body. My throat is dry, I can't even swallow. It seemed to me that I was drinking and drinking and could not get drunk, glass after glass, but this water could not quench my thirst. She reached out her hand to her neck to relieve the burning sensation. The fingers touched the tissue that did not allow reaching the skin, which I wanted to tear just to stop this unbearable itch. The fog in my head dissipated. Bare legs felt the coolness of the sheets and the weight of the blanket, and the body felt stiffness. I opened my eyes, there was a white ceiling above me, which did not help me decide what was happening."Lark," I heard a voice... familiar... Mira's voice.And then everything that was. As the neck was cut with pain, and a wolf's howl. She seems to have lost consciousness almost immediately. But I remember hearing Morgan's voice telling someone to get away from me.“Let us go, let us help her,”

We studied there, in the community, but in high school I tearfully begged to be sent to a city school. I hoped things would change. I hoped that I would make friends among ordinary children, but they did not accept me here either. Our community is not something that is not loved in the city, but is considered strange. We live separately, we communicate with the city only when necessary - local authorities, shops and so on. It is believed that we have a hunting village, we live by hunting, catching poachers, taking tourists, watching the forest, etc. Such multifunctional huntsmen, only less than half are directly involved in these duties, the rest have other various duties. There is also a doctor - Mira, and a pharmacist-healer - Sarah, as well as auto mechanics, teachers, builders and other necessary specialists for the pack. Everything to limit communication with strangers as much as possible. Needless to say, the city children accepted me as that other eccentric, for them I almost l

At dinner, my aunt hesitated, and it was clear that she did not know how to approach the conversation.- What about my car? It's time to start implementing the plan. Aunt could not immediately jump to another topic, remembering for a while.- The car ... it was driven to Bruce's workshop. But I don't know what he could do. You need to go to him - Bruce was an auto mechanic, a mechanic and helped his son a builder, Rod. Also, Bruce was Mira's father, maybe it will be possible to find out about the car through it, that is, to reduce the likelihood of crossing with others, and this is also part of my plan, - Lark ... I understand that you have not yet recovered, maybe not tomorrow , but you need to talk to Reed, - it begins, - the boy is not himself, his beast is restless, licking your wound, he could not let anyone in to you, he almost went berserk with grief, miraculously Morgan managed to get through to him. And then he did not leave your room ... - again this unusual agitated state

After the visitor left, the aunt herself went on business, perhaps she went to help Mira. They don't sit around doing nothing. It's like a utopian society where everyone works like bees for the common good, and the alpha stands and watches over them, like the eye of Sauron. My bile and distaste for this place will eat me up if I don't get out of here soon. And my forced confinement leaves nothing but self-digging and sarcastic comments. She didn’t say anything good about the Mira car, my old woman is in a distressed state, it’s still too early to say whether Bruce will reanimate her. By tomorrow, he'll have a parts list with what I'm sure is a fabulous price. But, in his opinion, it should not be tormented and immediately sent for spare parts, but, so be it, he will dig further. Hardly out of a feeling of sympathy for me, rather just likes difficult puzzles. Or asked the world It's strange how Laramie cured me, while living here, I could not even supposedly write anyone down as a goo