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One wolf drives a regiment of sheep,

or strange accidents.

The morning was strange. I woke up as if from a shock, but I could not determine the cause of my excitement. Somehow getting out of the arms of Andrey, who, during our overnight stays, has recently gotten into the habit of using me instead of a pillow, and, having examined the bedroom, I did not find anything suspicious. Typical early morning. There were no strangers in the room ... or were there? The Bestia, who woke up inside me, caught someone else, but she couldn’t say who exactly. Someone opened our door! And it was definitely not Stas and Anya. Walking to the exit of the room into the corridor and sniffing, I caught the smell. Weak werewolf, girl. We could not determine more with the she-wolf, since an unknown person came to us about an hour ago. And who came to visit us? And most importantly - why?

Having come to the conclusion that, most likely, it was one of the outcasts (after all, the local residents of the communit