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A wolf was born, a sheep cannot be,

or each in his place.

I woke up from the sound of a loudly slamming door, and at first I was confused, diligently trying to get out from under the blanket covering me with my head. The room was dim, from which I detachedly concluded that it was still early morning. The question, why the hell did someone decide to slam the door to my room so early, got stuck in my throat, as I saw Arthur lying next to me, and the events of the past night quickly surfaced in my memory, driving away all my drowsiness.

- Good morning, - noticing that I woke up, my beloved smiled at me, hugging and pulling me to him.

- Something happened? - I did not hide the bewildered look of the leader, with which he bored the door, before looking at me.

- Stas came, - kissing my nose, Arthur reluctantly continued, - you know, he seems to be angry.

I was silent, waiting to hear the continuation, but my leader was clearly not going to continue the conversation, thoughtfully fingering t