We lay like this for a long time, enjoying our unity and the newfound inner harmony. Thoughts flowed lazily in my head, preventing the burden of reality from falling into our small and cozy little world, ruining everything. Now all the stories about the disagreements between the werewolf and his inner beast seemed like empty tales. How can this be? Doesn't fit in the head. Everything is so simple - trust the beast, and he will trust you in return. Or is it just me?
Apparently, I am a very specific werewolf. And yes, I have an unusual wolf. Previously, dreaming of going through initiation and finding my beast, I thought that my she-wolf would be the same as everyone else's - small and gray. The only thing I could hope for was that the color of her color would be dominated by lighter ash tones. And that's it! In fact, here's how it turned out. Healthy black wolf. Alpha!
Slowly opening my eyes, I emerged from the habitat of the beast, again finding myself sitting on the bed. Well, now you can try and spread. The wolf's roar confirmed her willingness to experiment. I, too, was ready, though I didn’t know how to do it at all. No, I have seen more than once how wolves did it in the community, using daggers. Yes, and throwing the leader (so that he chokes on a bone and dies in terrible agony!) And I also saw Arthur. My sapphire wolf did it easily and naturally. But what did he do about it? What did you feel about it? Maybe he mentally turned directly to his beast, and he changed his hypostasis? At this conclusion of mine, the she-wolf snorted, showing that she would not do that. Or it can't. However, it does not matter - the meaning of her snorting does not change from this.
Maybe I'm missing something? Arthur said that all alphas of the inner wolf have a name. This is something so intimate that the name was shared only with the closest people, and even then, not with everyone. Basically, when the alpha got a mate, he could tell her the name of the beast. And he could not speak - everything is very individual.
But he gave me a name. Sapphire. His wolf's name is Sapphire. Why exactly, he promised to tell me after his return. It is a pity that by that time I had already been expelled. And it's a pity that during all this time Arthur never came to me.
Not! You can’t name the name of the wolf and just forget the one that opened up so much! There is definitely something wrong here! And if I'm right, and my beloved leader really erased a piece of memory - you need to think about how to fix everything. And for that, I need to learn how to flip.
Unfortunately, of all the possible names for my inner she-wolf, only "Asterisk" and "Spark" came to mind now. The she-wolf, closely following the course of my thoughts, no longer growled, but simply grimaced defiantly, covering her ears with her paws. It is clear that she does not like such names. And, to be honest, me too. Having mentally agreed with her that we would come up with a name together a little later, I began to recall my yesterday's feelings before the transformation. My head then split into pieces from acute pain, but it seems to me that I destroyed the block that stood in memory. What happened after? It seems that the cramp twisted the whole body, passing very quickly - barely having time to start. Maybe that's what it is?
Causing convulsions in the body turned out to be a very failed occupation. Nothing worked! I even got a little out of breath, diligently straining my whole body in order to eventually change my hypostasis from a human to a wolf, but as a result, I only got an indignant sigh from the she-wolf. I am definitely doing something wrong. It remains a mere trifle - to understand what exactly!
I was interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. Wow, this is something new! For all the time spent in exile under the person of Mary, I could not make friends, so I do not expect guests. At all. Moreover, to be honest, I don’t remember a single time that anyone rang at the door of my apartment at all!
Throwing on a bathrobe, I began to stealthily move towards the hallway, quickly scrolling through my mind the options of who could be standing on the other side of the door. Leader? Ruled out! He could not know that I remembered everything. My memory returned to me at night, and I had not yet left the apartment, and I had not spoken to anyone. Unreal... Arthur? I would like to, but it would be too good to be true.
Maybe one of the neighbors is there? With the she-wolf, we staged a notable pogrom, maybe the caring residents decided to find out if everything is all right with me? Or called the police at night, and she arrived just now?
Another trill of the bell made me jump nervously. Guards! What a fool I am! Each exile exiled from the community was always assigned one or two wolves from the pack in order to spy on him. How could I forget about it?! And, of course, the leader assigned someone to me! But who?! After going over in my mind all the faces that I had seen over the past year that managed to emerge in my memory, a new wave of panic covered me. Pressing my hand to my lips, in a pathetic attempt not to groan out loud, I closed my eyes, carefully evening out my breath. Behind the door, if I'm right now, there should be one of the guys living in the apartment opposite. Igor, or Oleg. Two brothers with whom I hardly know each other in exile. Just said hello when we met. But before that, while still living in the community, I knew perfectly well two guards, for whom no less number of girls sighed,
This is the end! Two seasoned werewolves could not help but understand that I had spread yesterday. I made too much noise - howled, whined, growled. And one look at the apartment will be enough to confirm without a doubt that a wolf raged here yesterday.
Closing my eyes as if I were about to jump into cold water, I opened the door. There is still no other way out. I have nowhere to run. Yes, even if there was somewhere, you won’t run far from the guards. Of course, they are not beaters, but now I can’t even cope with a simple wild wolf, to be sure about two wolfdogs.
- Hello Maria! - on the threshold, as I expected, was one of the brothers - Oleg.
The fair-haired man carefully examined me with cold gray eyes, causing a desire to whine and hide in the farthest and darkest corner of the apartment. The light, polite smile that seemed to have grown to his handsome face did not smooth out the impression from him.
- Are you alright? – without waiting for an answer from me to his greeting, he asked, looking into my eyes.
I had a lump in my throat. Looking at a member of my former pack, I felt like a worthless and pathetic human being. Oleg, taller than me by a whole head, seemed to occupy the entire space of the landing. And it wasn't about the bulging muscles tensing under the sleeves of his shirt, and it wasn't about the commanding stance in which he stood waiting for an answer. He was surrounded by an aura of authority and strength that were beyond my control.
- Maria? the guest reminded me that he was still waiting for my answer.
"Good morning," I mumbled in a suddenly shrunken voice. – Did something happen?
Oleg narrowed his eyes, giving me another look. The she-wolf and I froze at the same time. But if everything inside me was shrinking from fear in anticipation of an imminent catastrophe, then the she-wolf crouched to the ground and bared her teeth, preparing for an attack.
My dear, don't you understand that this is in vain? Even if we managed to change our hypostasis, I doubt that we would be able to cope with Oleg's beast. Even if I were an alpha a thousand times, without experience and training, I would not be able to withstand even an ordinary wolfdog. But his brother must be around somewhere. And let a miracle happen, and I will be able to defeat one werewolf - I can’t cope with two under any circumstances.
The she-wolf accepted the course of my thoughts, and even mentally agreed, but did not change her position. And right! To die, so with the song! And let no one then say that I did not fight! If anyone even remembers me...
- It was very noisy at your place at night, - having glanced at the opening space behind me, Oleg frowned a little, - I came to find out if something happened to you.
Glancing over my shoulder, I bit my lower lip in annoyance. The view of my security guard was just beautiful! The floor covered in long ragged claw marks. The same marks on the walls, accompanied by hanging pieces of wallpaper. A wardrobe smashed to pieces ... Hmm ... And, unlike me, his instincts and scent have long been developed, and it will not be difficult for Oleg to understand that I was a weirdo in the second incarnation.Lowering my head, I silently waited for my verdict. I'm sure he has clear instructions from the leader, just in case I suddenly remember everything. I doubt about the change of hypostasis - after all, I have not heard about alpha girls, nor about the passage of initiation with such a long delay. But what exactly they will do with me - they do not know. Maybe they will kill, or maybe they will erase the memory again.I grimaced at the thought of waking up in the hospital again, remembering nothing. No, it's better to die than to go through this again. The wolf
Contrary to all my reasoning, I went out into the street without incident. Except for the yard cat that slipped through the door of the entrance I opened, which scared me out of my wits and made me squeal. Nerves to hell! Since I still got out of the apartment, I need to go to the pharmacy, buy myself something sedative. Otherwise, it’s not the leader who will kill me, but I myself will bring myself to a heart attack, being afraid of everything around. I wonder if nineteen-year-olds have heart attacks at all? However, I'm a werewolf! Initiated, moreover. My regeneration should be at the level, so you don’t have to worry. Yeah, I can shy away from everything until the end of my life and not worry about the state of the cardiovascular system. What a charm!It didn't take long for me to shop, so about an hour later I was back at my house, loaded down with two heavy packages. Usually I buy products at a minimum, but now the situation is a little different. I wanted to treat myself to deli
Yielding to the persuasion of the she-wolf, I decided to go for a walk in the forest. The risk, I do not argue, is huge, but if you do not go far from some small town or village in the region, then everything can end well. I hope. There were several reasons for panic. Despite the fact that the cities were mostly inhabited by ordinary people, the chance to stumble upon someone from my former community was great. Especially if I'm "lucky" to choose a town for a walk near the habitat of my flock. And I'm afraid, if this happens, my acting skills, so as not to give myself away by recognizing anyone, will not be enough for me.Well, do not forget about Igor and Oleg. Guards are assigned for a reason. And even if they sometimes go about their own business, instead of spying on me, they are still the main problem. Even if I manage to catch a moment when they are not around, I strongly doubt that they will ignore the fact of my long absence.If, before the return of my memory, I wandered arou
To be afraid of wolves - do not go into the forest,or the first useful acquaintances.- Good afternoon, Maria Viktorovna! the girl at the fitness center reception greeted me as she handed me back my club card. - Have a good workout!Squeezing out a benevolent return smile, I slowly walked towards the stairs leading down to the pool.I've been going here every day for a week now, and for five hours straight I've been going crazy from the smell of bleach! Gods, my whole idea of going to the forest through the pool does not seem so brilliant to me anymore! And if it weren’t for the she-wolf, who also suffers with me, but constantly cheers me up, I would have given up a long time ago and would have given up on everything! That's right at the moment when I first came to this damned pool! Even a nose plug did not help me get rid of this smell! But you also had to swim! Damn!But, despite the distinctly smelling minuses, there were pluses. Igor and Oleg accompanied me to the fitness cente
Unable to resist, I ran my hand over the runes on the door frame. What a huge mistake people made when they adopted a strange faith a little more than two thousand years ago. How much pain and suffering it brought. And I'm not talking now about werewolves who were skinned alive when they refused to be baptized by their prince. And not about other magical creatures who, after all the persecution, will never come out to meet with a mere mortal. What did the people get? What good did someone else's faith bring them?Knowledge that has been passed down by word of mouth for thousands of years has been washed away by the new religion. Divine creatures, who from the beginning of time lived side by side with man, were forgotten, and now they can only be mentioned in fairy tales. And what did people get in return? Churches where money is pulled from believers at every opportunity? Priests who go around draped in gold, not embarrassed to tell poor parishioners what to believe and endure? But wh
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
- What will you do when you are convinced of his involvement? Stanislav asked me when we passed him. - To study, as I understand it, there will be no desire anymore?Stopping, I thought for a moment. Nonsense, of course, utter, in Arthur I am sure, as in myself, if not more. But, let's say Arseny acted on the orders of his son - what then?“I will study,” the answer came by itself, as soon as Bestia and I imagined for a moment that the sapphire wolf could really do this to us. I was able to deceive and betray in the most cruel way. “To cut their throats one day.”Stanislav only grunted at my words, shrugging vaguely, and I continued to follow Anya into the house.- Wow! What a bloodthirsty baby! - Andrei's voice flew into my back, followed by the sound of another slap in the face. - Ai! Dad! For what?- For childishness and posturing! - came the answer of Stanislav, and I could not help smiling.Once upon a time I had a family. Jokes, friendly teasing, caring for each other... It's ha
- I hate you, I hate, I hate ... - I whispered, looking at one point, trying to kill all my feelings for Arthur, - I hate, I hate ...The beast howled piercingly, echoing my words.Wolf habits, robber tricks,or how to become a real wolfdog.- Mira, it seems to me, or are you sleeping? - Stas's insinuating whisper invaded my dormant thoughts at the same time as Andrey's loud laugh.“I’m not sleeping,” sharply opening my eyes and stumbling upon the alpha’s gaze full of doubts, I realized that he didn’t believe me. And he does it right!After sobbing for almost a week in a communal apartment, feeling sorry for myself and cursing the former leader and his son, I realized that was all. Enough. And for almost a month now I have been regularly coming to Stanislav, where he is trying to teach me how to switch. But if only it were that easy!"I'm sorry," I confessed, trying desperately to hide a yawn. - I really concentrated, or rather, both of us. But…- But not enough! - Stas imprinted. May