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WOLF MARK 61
You easily came to this flock. But it’s also easy to leave if you continue to weave intrigues. Do not incite the grandson if you do not want him to lose his family.I froze, pressing my hand to my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart and quench the heat inside.That girl was me. The girl you didn't believe in. But that wasn't what scared me the most. I was terrified that Reed would leave and Alex would stand against me. And even more that the Beast inside of me craves it.I had a hard time suppressing the urge to turn around. Unleash the stronger side, break in and pounce on the one who allowed himself to doubt. Make him whine, turn his neck and bow to the ground.***Reed found me at the edge of the forest, I was sitting on a log and looking towards our community. From here, I could see Alex and Rock digging under the SUV, driving it over the pit.My brother sat down next to me, and I had no doubt he knew I was eavesdropping. Knew my wolf was furious. He understood my condition as
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The next day there was silence in the community. Everyone who participated in the mating race slept off. And those who were no longer looking for a mate for one reason or another tried not to make noise.The race could take several days. Three years ago, Dirk returned only three days later. One. Both brothers were never able to find a mate. No matter how far they are removed from our territory.Their personalities were complex, and I knew that Lark had been hit hard by them as a child. But I hoped that their age of wolf life would be lucky. This hope helped me to believe myself.In the evening, at five o'clock, we gathered at Molly's house. So ordered Ba. Tammy, Molly's mother, had arranged the living room furniture around. Pillows were laid out on the floor near the sofa and couch. There were treats in the center on a diamond-shaped coffee table.Martha and I came together, having agreed to meet in advance. Almost a trip to the enemy camp. Lucy, of course, was already there. She hung
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- Fight! - a girl of seven years old was balancing on a fallen log and maintained a confident stance of a fighter. She looked over her fists at the boy, who had just stepped onto the opposite edge of the log, but he felt less confident in wanting to be there. - Hey! What are you frozen?Without waiting for his answer, she deftly ran along the log and pushed him with her shoulder from all the running start. The boy fell. The girl towered over him with a triumphant smile. She did not see his face, he turned away and breathed heavily. He didn't turn around until he calmed down. Then he simply got up, scratched his palms to peel off the leaves and litter that had stuck into the skin, and sat down on a log.The girl frowned, the victory was no longer so pleasing.Why don't you answer? Come on again.- I do not want."Then how are you going to defeat me?"- I don't want to beat you.The boy tore off a piece of bark from the tree and threw it, the shell hit the hollow of the tree opposite. T
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“You go to the office,” Reed pointed to the door. Caleb, ignore her. And thanks!I looked back, I really wanted to run away and mind my own business. But you can't go against the leader. Especially me. At least in the open.The office was cool and dark. Reed turned on the kettle and opened the blinds. Daylight illuminated the small office. No matter how many years have passed, but every time I still felt a sense of nostalgia. Here, little has changed after the death of dad - brother and dad were very similar in tastes. Only the framed photos have changed. My hand reached for the one on the table, but I knew it wasn't my family photo anymore. She now sits on the nightstand next to my bed.I took the frame. Reid and my dad. Dad put a hand on his shoulder and Reed was so pleased. How old is he here? Must be seventeen years old. Reed now looked more like his uncle than he did when he was young. I ran my fingertip over the picture of my dad and smiled.I sat down in the chair in front of R
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“Kira,” I heard Martha’s voice near the house.She hasn't even reached the porch yet, but she's already calling. Here is the sloth!“I’m coming, my friend,” I answered in a disgusting high voice, laughing at certain people from our community.She crept up to the front door and flung it open. But she couldn't even try. Martha stood near the steps and smiled.“Hi, girlfriend,” she smiled defiantly and curtsied.Once upon a time, Martha was bothered by our ridicule, she had more of this emotional substance in her head that always gets in the way of good jokes. I'm definitely a bad influence on her.Satisfied, she went down to her, threw her hand on her shoulder, and we wandered past the colorful cottages of our community, which were always so popular with tourists who occasionally wandered to Reed's office. Each house has its own color, sometimes its own status.Silence reigned in the only street of our small community. But this silence was deceptive. And invisibility too. We were in the
WOLF MARK 66
For a long time there has not been such a revival in the community. All affairs are postponed, all the inhabitants of the island of hermits got enough sleep from their houses. Joy, anticipation and relaxation were read on their faces. More than three years have passed since we celebrated the holiday of the Procreation, as new members of the flock joined us.To the large oak table, always waiting outside for holidays and meetings, two more were set up. All hostesses brought treats. Children rushed between them, now and then threatening to demolish both the tablecloth and everything that was on the tables. All children except for two new wolves and Morgan.The little wolf cubs were now sleeping off after a busy night. And they will sleep most likely until the evening after the herbal infusion, which helps to turn. For them, this was not an easy test, and the holiday was rather for the flock, which found its continuation in them.My bones also ached a little after last night, but there w
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It's good that Reed heard that.I turned to my brother's voice. They approached with Lark, and as soon as they stopped, Reed pulled his wife to him with a habitual movement and hugged him in a possessive gesture. How much we do unconsciously. Alphas are alphas.- Those ribs. You didn’t see them.” I popped the last piece into my mouth and smiled contentedly.“You're lucky it's not your last,” Reed threatened me, but he kept a suspicious look on Alex and me. He only pretended to be seduced.“Rachel said you know where the trays are in your house. Will you help? Lark said to Alex, breaking up the tense situation.- Oh sure.When Lark and Alex left, my brother and I were alone. He straddled the bench next to me and pushed a plate of meatloaf toward him. What can I say, the main dish is always on our table - it is meat and all its varieties.For some time we ate in silence and watched how, around the corner of the Red House, the nearest to the central part of the community, the children we
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Martha lay down with her head in my lap. Simon sat next to him, and on the other hand Rock and his inseparable girlfriends, Molly and Lucy. It was difficult to distinguish them in the dark, they looked so similar - light dresses, styled blond hair with an intricately woven braid instead of a rim.Although I was sure that the one Rock was sitting next to was Molly. He had been courting a girl for a long time, so he constantly curled around his girlfriends. And he always urged his friend to keep him company. My gaze flickered to where Alex was. He squatted down by the fire and baked marshmallows on a stick. His hand was almost licked by flames, but he, as if he did not feel, was fascinated by the fire. The fire reflected in his eyes, and the whole appearance seemed supernaturally bewitching.- Who will play the first game? Alex asked and twirled a stick with baked marshmallows.MMM tasty. Taste buds immediately remembered the crust, smelling of smoke, and the sweet pulp inside.- To me!
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