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I didn’t know what to grab onto and, vainly trying to shout to Alyosha, I huddled helplessly at the table while two half-transformed wolves bled each other. And this was only a warm-up so far: although Misha could not cope with Alyosha and push him away, he stubbornly did not retreat, spewing out growls in response.

- Do not climb! Alyosha snarled, the shirt on his back beginning to crack.

Gray, who intended to separate him from Misha with a few more guys before they smashed everything, froze in indecision.

- Alyosha! - for the hundredth, probably, I shouted, successfully falling between the growl. - Let him go! It's me! I asked them to do it! I! Understand? I!

Alyosha, as if scalded, left Misha, but from anger he turned even more purple and went to the table, which, even in a less evil state, could break with one finger.

Hmm ... And I thought he was imperturbable!

Misha, whose wolf blood seethed, not wanting to cool down, followed, but Gray blocked his path.

- Buddy, you better not!
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