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WOLF MARK 36
They didn't have to step on me to make me shrink. They did not move, only threatened with their looks and massive figures. Three of them looked like truckers - soiled trousers, one was wearing a shabby pilot's jacket over a gray turtleneck, another was in a hunting windbreaker, the third seemed to have just got out of a warm truck in a black sweater with rolled up sleeves and a puffy waistcoat - all three looked rumpled and not against easy money. But the one who started first was different - dark blue trousers and a black coat looked out of place in this roadside toilet. “Better not twitch, beauty,” he warned me. Obviously, he is the leader among them, - The night flight from Des Moines finished me off, so don't piss me off - his manner of speech did not match the outward intelligent appearance - vulgar phrases with nasty smacking sounds, as if it was time for him to go to the dentist. But this, apparently, is the norm for Trent's entourage - to look not who they really are. So he f
WOLF MARK 37
Yes, there is no one else to talk to.I stared at them in horror. The problem was the people who caught us. Something seemed familiar to me, he had already spoken about a problem that needed to be fixed earlier. Before she had time to process it, the door screeched open again, and the Major's head poked through.- Boss! Everything is ready, he said.- I told you to wait outside! Trent answered sharply. The door slammed shut immediately.Thomas didn't even move, apparently already used to the boss's furious outbursts. While they forgot about me, I tried to take a more comfortable position and look around. But it would be more convenient just to sit down or lie down, and this is too noticeable. Inspection also did not bear fruit. Although I was not chained to anything else, I was definitely not taken into account, but it was very far from the only exit from the hangar, and two werewolves stood in the way. There was nothing to cut the screed either, I was lying in an empty corner, only a
WOLF MARK 38
Small sips of oxygen entered my lungs. Breathing evened out. I was still shaking. But the panic attack subsided. Reed continued to lull me to sleep, gently running his hand through my hair and back. "Let's get out of here," he whispered. I nodded.He slowly got to his feet, pulling me with him at the same time. I still clung to his chest, clinging tightly to his clothes with my hands. Reid gently loosened my grip.- One second, - he grabbed the edge of the pit and with one jump he was at the top. Then he bent down and pulled me out of there. He tried to hide the view of their corpses with himself, but in an inexplicable reflex, my gaze grabbed a pool of blood under a massive body and stylish boots with dirty soles.It was deep night outside the hangar door. And silence. An old cottage with dark windows, a rickety barn, a spacious parking area, a farm fence, and then a field spread under a full moon. Where are we?Reid pulled me aside. Obviously, this is a machine for Bill and Major.
WOLF MARK 39
I slowly got out of the car and looked around the killing field. It was only now that I noticed the dead werewolf off to the side. He did not participate in the battle. It must be Fred. He found his treacherous death. Here is the body of Trent's faithful bodyguard, indifferently abandoned by his master. And two wolves I killed. The first one barely twitched its paws, the second crawled into the safe thick of the forest on broken legs. I bypassed him.Trying not to startle Reed, she quietly approached. He licked his uncle's wound as if he could heal him. Like then my hand. Only now, with all the frenzy, as if the countdown was on seconds. I myself suddenly believed that it was possible. Looking at him hopefully, she waited that just about, right now, his chest would rise heavily. He shakes his muzzle and easily jumps to his feet. Jokingly pushes Reed's head, making it clear that this is not serious, he is fine. But he continued to lie.I knelt next to them. She took Morgan's paw in her
WOLF MARK 39.2
Morgan was placed on an oak table, the one at which holidays and meetings had previously been celebrated. The pack gathered around and stared at Reed in silent question. Such strong werewolves, but without their leader, they looked like blind puppies. They need someone to take responsibility."Trent did it," Reid said. Standing behind everyone, I felt rather than saw their dumbfounded faces, - He gathered the renegades, with the help of Fred, lured ... Morgan, - the name of his uncle was not easy for him, his voice trembled, but he gathered himself and continued firmly, - Only he could inject him a tranquilizer from the back.The flock whispered. It was easy for me to determine where the Martins, Fred's relatives, stood, now there was a gaping hole next to them, separating them from the rest of the pack. Of course, the uncle's sins were immediately transferred to his sister, nephews and niece. I never liked them, but now, looking at Laura Martin, I saw her genuine astonishment and mus
WOLF MARK 40
I resignedly followed him without taking my hand away. It's only recently that I've been getting confused about the days, it would be strangely unusual, but from the events in Des Moines and beyond - it has become so natural. I never found out how long I had been passed out from that gas station in Casper... I should have known... But now it was all so unimportant and tiresome.Although I was terribly tired, I was surprised when we stopped at Aunt Sarah's house. He just walked me out.- Morning is coming soon, but it's forgivable for you to sleep for a day, - he smiled weakly and let go of my hand.“Forgivable would be a week,” I continued awkwardly.I wanted to ask - and you? Now, under the light from the windows of the house, I could see the consequences of our captivity and the fight with Trent's werewolves. Dried blood on his face made it impossible to see the severity of the wound. A shabby sweater from someone else's shoulder hid the wounds on the wrists, but the gray fabric stu
WOLF MARK 41
I'll take my word for it.When I finished on top and the line of wounds on my legs came up, it was already dawn. Reid had been sitting with his eyes closed for some time now. It would be necessary, of course, to check his legs, but I did not want to disturb him. Aunt's decoction, as always, miraculously worked. Reed himself did not notice this, but came to life. He could even smirk and sneer. I hope when he wakes up, his soul won't hurt like that either.I decided to let him sleep a little and then continue processing. She sat next to Reid on the couch and instantly fell asleep.I woke up with the feeling that I had only let my eyes close for a couple of seconds. Still not understanding what disturbed me, I straightened up. The sofa next to me was empty, all the medicines were also removed. The pale winter sun shone through the window. Noise in the kitchen, apparently, was the reason for my awakening.- Where's Reid? - rubbing sleepy eyes, I asked Aunt Sarah. She hurriedly packed food
WOLF MARK 41.2
Luke stopped, letting the stretcher go forward. My aunt also stopped me near Luke. An invisible border separated us. The men secured the stretcher at the top of the platform and retreated towards us. Reid stood next to me.Grandma Cooper began to carefully arrange some things around the edges of the stretcher. Only after looking closer, I realized that these were, apparently, Morgan's personal belongings. His connection with the human world. I examined a book, a family photo, a knife, a flask, a small box, the contents of which remained a mystery to us. And maybe only for me, but for the rest of the familiar part of the ceremony. Separately, she hung a leather bracelet on the top of the protruding branch. The sign of belonging to the flock.After the bag of things was empty, she went to Luke and took the torch from him. The torch was powerful, on a long stick, but the elderly woman waved it confidently, setting fire to the stretcher. They blazed right away. The flames shot up, wrappin
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