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After his death, my mother hid in the sewers with us, fearing that they might find out about us and come to find out from her about some secrets of my father or something else.

Fear sank into her so deeply that there was no trace of the once well-groomed and beautiful woman, and neither she nor we could get out of the sewers.

In the meantime, the world has changed more and more. The times when werewolves avoided people, preferring to live in the distance, in the forests and howl at the moon at night, are in the past.

Why eat a rabbit raw and shit under a bush, if it was possible to live differently, using all the benefits that they, due to their wolf nature, could easily and simply take.

With the help of force and fear, werewolves crushed people more and more, seized power, bought entire cities as if they were toy houses with tiny figures, and ruled them as they wanted, because they could, because they were stronger.

Unable to resist, people accepted it, and so half-breeds like me and my brother were born.

Having revealed to us the story of our origin and telling us that wolf blood flowed in our veins, before her death, my mother asked me to look after my brother, not to leave him, but to stick together.

I gave her my word and, as best I could, protected him, did not abandon him, sacrificed many, if not all, for his sake, because in a harsh world with wolf laws, we were only blood relatives to each other.

However, despite the fact that Sasha was not a full-fledged werewolf, and only physical wolf strength, sharp eyesight and hearing awakened in him, his brother considered himself a wolf. The shadow of his father and his authority played with him, and he got involved in all new wolf affairs, in all seriousness believing that full-fledged werewolves took him for their own, and point-blank did not notice that for them he was just a half-blood sucker, on which in which case it was possible to throw shit.

And even after repeated such "throw-offs", which by some miracle did not turn into a prison for him, or even worse, the brother still refused to perceive things realistically and adequately, and again went to his "friends", and was increasingly drawn into the criminal a world from which there was no return, which even our father proved - a mighty wolf who knew how to love tenderly.

Helplessness appeared in Yegor's eyes, and he exhaled heavily.

“Love me, Yegor,” I whispered, touching his rough fingers pressed against my face with my lips. - Just love. Here. Now. - He hesitated, but his face thawed, his eyes were again filled with love and desire. - Love strongly and passionately. I licked one of his fingers, looking directly into his eyes. - I want... I want this...

Egor ardently and unrestrainedly dug into my lips, breaking off an unnecessary phrase. His tongue eagerly caressed mine and his hand, slipping off his cheek, passionately squeezed his chest, and the second, with no less heat, lay on his waist.

Satisfied with his mouth, Egor pulled away and turned me around with his back. Ruthlessly tearing at her skirt, he pushed the wet panties to the side and jerked into me, making me forget about everything.

Closer to dawn, Yegor was called to work. Another case of wolf revelry turned into death for someone, and for Yegor, another hanging.

He always said that there was no perfect crime, that there was always someone who knew something, saw, heard something, that it was only necessary to be able to get through, but in the case of werewolves it was almost impossible.

People who resigned themselves to living side by side with them tried to keep this "side by side" to a minimum, not getting involved in their affairs and generally avoiding unnecessary contacts, and when a murder, robbery or something like that happened, they all became one and the same. blind, deaf and dumb, and even Yegor, with his ability to find approaches to people, could not do anything, and another folder with an unsolved case filled up his desktop.

- I know, I have already said this more than once, - Yegor was uncertain, but tenderly touching my fingers, - but think again, Kira. He looked up at me seriously. - Your brother is his own enemy, and sooner or later he will kill himself and everyone who is nearby. You ... - Yegor hesitated, choosing words. - You can always come back to me. My home is your home.

I squeezed out a smile, trying to hide the regret that appeared in my eyes, but Yegor knew me too well not to notice him and not to notice the desire behind the smile to stop the meaningless conversation.

I was not a fool and, to be honest, I myself repeatedly wanted to quit everything, ask for forgiveness from the deceased mother and score on my brother, who in life cared only for himself and his endless fantasies, but at the last moment I always backed off.

From the mere thought that a brother could fly in full and derail both his life and mine with all the ensuing consequences, that we could lose our home or in order to pay some debt, they could take me away and turn me into a sex slave, I it became so bad that everything swam before my eyes and it was as if there was nothing to breathe.

However, as soon as I imagined that it was after my departure that he would fly in, and I would not be there to help him, support him, everything turned upside down inside, and a force was driven into my body, with which I was ready to do everything conceivable and inconceivable, to protect him.

Of course, I understood intellectually that I still wouldn’t be able to stop him, to delay the moment of no return as much as possible, or, in the worst case scenario, go on the run with him, but I could still hear my mother’s voice:

“Brother is all you have in this life,” she said sadly, and I humbly returned things to their places, hid my travel bag, saved up strength and again clung to what was not and could not be.

Perhaps, in fact, I was just afraid to be left alone, that having selfishly chosen myself, I would live with guilt that I had not kept my promise, that I had pushed my brother to something terrible, but time passed, there was no light, and the decision what to do with life further, it never came.

“Forgive me, Yegor,” I said quietly, putting as many feelings into my eyes as possible. - You're right about everything, but I'm not ready to just give up and leave like that. Not yet.

"Be careful what you do to get your brother out of the shit, Kira," he replied sadly. - No matter how it turns out, it will come true, but at the cost of your life.

Egor kissed my hand and went back to his car.

In the two years that we were together, he could not come to terms with the fact that my brother was always in the first place for me. However, in those six months after the breakup, that I dragged myself to him drunk in a desperate desire to get at least a fleeting deliverance from problems and oblivion from him, it seems to me that he began to accept this as an unchanging reality.

With a painful feeling, or rather a premonition that soon I would have to let Yegor go forever, I entered the entrance and went up to the second floor.

Inserting the key and turning it in the lock, I realized that it was not closed.

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