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.
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
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
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
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
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
Everyone slowly turned towards the voice. Carried away by disputes, they did not even notice that the enemy was on the "threshold". He had the audacity to come not only when we mourn his sacrifice, but also when we are discussing how to deal with him.Trent stood at the very edge of the forest. One, confident in his invincibility. He slowly approached, brazenly looking at the assembled members of the pack. Now he has already entered the territory of the reservation, but no one stopped him with a word.I looked at Reed. He stood with his back against a tree trunk, his head bowed, his eyes fixed on his feet. Only his gloomy face and moving jaws betrayed his tension.With apprehension and alertness, I also saw the interest that showed through among the pack. Trent is a good tactician. The sudden attack demoralized the enemy."You'd better get out of here as soon as possible," Bruce said first. He walked around the table and stepped forward.- Why not? Trent chuckled. "Isn't this a trial?
You can deny anything. The one for whom I just told this, believed me.- What are you talking about, weirdo? Trent waved her off. "Who...“I challenge you,” he was interrupted. My arm has lost support. Reed nodded to my aunt and stepped forward.- That's how? Reid walked over to Trent and stood opposite him. "You're not even from this pack."- And how do you know that? Reed chuckled. "You haven't talked to Fred for seventeen years," Trent hesitated, but Reed didn't wait for him to come up with excuses. "It doesn't matter." There is no leader in this pack. And that means that anyone can apply for it. If no one from the pack challenges me, then the fight is only between us, - he turned to the pack, waiting for objections. There were no objections."Great," Trent grimaced. "If you went against your father, if you trusted this woman...“Excellent,” Reid interrupted him again and turned around. “Today at sunset, where you killed Morgan,” he said as he left.I didn't have time to enjoy Tren