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WOLF MARK 63
- 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
WOLF MARK 64
“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
WOLF MARK 65
“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
WOLF MARK 67
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
WOLF MARK 68
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!
WOLF MARK 69
Toward morning, I found myself naked in the forest. The she-wolf left, left me, as if punishing me. This was not her first meanness, and in this case, I kept caches of clothes and shoes all over the forest. In the nearest one, I found a long shirt and sneakers that were almost trashed. Too many hiding places, too few unnecessary clothes.But such a walk through the gloomy forest, when the sun was just preparing to assert its rights, on the grass wet with dew, cleared my head. I, like a ghost, went through the fog to the community houses. Tourists should see me! My feet were covered in mud and grass, my head was a complete mess. Maybe not a ghost? Maybe a bride from the grave? Thinking like that, a smile appeared on my face, and I smoothed out the fabric of my white shirt, which reached down to my knees.I went into the house through the back door, threw off my dirty sneakers, made a note in my head that I needed to return things to the hiding place in case of new wolf kicks, and went
WOLF MARK 70
And at my eighteen. Right after the birthday, when we were alone.Nothing has changed. We were pulled and thrown back. And the gap between us grew.And at the next meeting, we put on hopelessly cheerful smiles and did not discuss anything. As if it wasn't.But this look. Every time this look. I tried to understand him, but I couldn't.- Grandma, go. I'll be back in a minute,” I told Grandma, never taking my eyes off Alex. Her fingers reached for the bracelet on her arm, seeking reassurance.Well, Alex Wilson, I know the rules of the game very well. I smiled, nodded in the direction the stranger had gone, and rolled my eyes. Alex nodded in understanding.I waved my hand and turned away. There was no point in discussing anything. Not when I was so afraid of losing my best friend.Not when we both knew full well that two alphas couldn't be together. In this duel, only one will survive. It doesn't matter what stupid human hearts felt.***In the evening, Reed gathered us around an oak tab
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