12

A frightened wolf is afraid of bumps,

or a little bit about harsh reality.

The week went by like a blur for me. I automatically went to the store, visited the pool every day, catching myself thinking that in anticipation of a meeting with Stanislav, even the smell of bleach had become something ordinary and not worth my attention. The beast was also in a state of stupor, occasionally drawing my attention to the presence or absence of guards nearby. But if during the day I was a little distracted, behaving like a person for the sake of appearance, then the nights turned into a real nightmare for me.

Sleep did not go, just like when my wolf was dying inside me, causing an unbearable feeling of loneliness and longing. But now the reason was not in it. I was afraid. I was scared to death of being refused help from Stanislav and being left alone again. No, I don’t argue, Bestia will now forever remain with me together, but will we ever be able to live fully with her? Spread? Don't hide? Wh