All Chapters of She Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“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.

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

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

After Maxim left, I wandered aimlessly around the house. She put the kettle on and, passing by the mirror, stopped abruptly. To be honest, my view was terrible. She pulled her uncombed hair into a ponytail, the first that came under her arm, with an elastic band.According to the law of meanness, I got to the nines stretched out, old and with fluffy threads sticking out in all directions, which should have been thrown away long ago, but somehow she escaped this fate. While collecting things and putting things in order, the hair in the tail was disheveled, and he himself moved to his side.And to top it all, I was dressed in a T-shirt, knee-length, in which it is very comfortable and not hot to sleep in the summer, with a picture on my chest - a moronic smiling hare. With a groan, she plopped down on a nearby chair, but then a boiling kettle whistled, and she had to trudge to the kitchen.Turning off the kettle, I realized that I didn’t want to be in the house at all. Go to the center?

Standing on the porch, peering into the blackening forest. The wind in gusts threw prickly snowflakes at me, shivering shiveringly, shrugged her shoulders and wrapped the edges of her shawl more tightly. Marta in the morning, turning into a red she-wolf, went hunting, but has not returned yet.From the cold, the fingers squeezing the edges of the shawl became numb, and I nevertheless returned to the house. In the passage she shook off the snow, hung up her shawl, and went into the room. She walked over to the fireplace and threw a couple of logs into the dormant fire. She stirred up the fiery beehive with the poker. Sparks like fiery bees scattered across the belly of the fireplace.Sitting on a fluffy rug opposite, she looked at the fire. I liked to sit like this in the evenings, the fire seemed to burn all the negativity of my thoughts.For more than three months now I have been living here, in a stavka, a small settlement surrounded by forests. Most likely before, I would have thou