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WOLF MARK 75
"No, I didn't," I grew more and more gloomy.And then, when Roca's mom treated us all to baked mutton pies in the courtyard of his house. The four of us sat at a round table - Me, Martha, Rock and Alex. Alex and I fought over the crunchiest pies, and Martha kept dreaming.“Just imagine, this year we might have a new member of the pack join us.- In terms of? Rock asked in surprise, barely chewing a huge piece of pie, which he hastily stuffed into his mouth, saving him from two gluttonous alphas.“Someone can find their mate from another pack."That's unlikely," Rock waved his hand.Why not? For example, you can get so far away from our territory by smelling your mate. So is she,” Martha smiled.“No, definitely not me.Of course not you. You're looking forward to your Beast choosing Molly, aren't you, Rock?“Maybe it will be me. Just like my Uncle Trent.I suddenly spoke up. I don't know why she said it. Yes, and remembered the father of Reed. But the expression on Alex's face explaine
WOLF MARK 76
— Kira! Kira, wake up!Martha's voice and an unpleasant thump on my shoulder pulled me out of a dream where I wandered through the woods in search of ... something. Listened to all my feelings, but could not find. What was I looking for? I didn’t have time to understand, because they unceremoniously woke me up in my own house, where, I can swear, I fell asleep alone.“Leave me alone,” she grumbled and hid from the intruder under a pillow.But she did not lag behind, moreover, she climbed on top of me and shook me well.No, no, you can't sleep now. I have such news!“Get off me, you annoying elephant!” She turned around and pushed her off.Then Martha crawled under the covers, looked under the pillow and put her head beside her.Pfft, so childish. Let me sleep. I don’t know what time it is, but I’m sure it’s God’s shit,” I muttered, barely moving my tongue, drifting off to sleep again.Reed approved. Mating season starts tomorrow.My eyes flew open. And it is unlikely that they had the
WOLF MARK 77
They did not accompany me beyond the threshold of the house. I went out alone through the back door, wearing only a long poncho. I stepped on the cold ground with my bare feet and looked up at the sky. The moon has claimed its rights. Bright and round. Reed picked a great time to start the race. Oddly enough, the wolf in me was calm. Either the rut didn't work on her, or I drank too much wine. Throwing off my only robe in the shed and placing my mother's bracelet next to me, I took a deep breath and said softly before turning around: “Just not this year. And then she gave herself up to the she-wolf. I felt the thirst and desires of others. They seemed to be on fire, but their heat did not touch me. I was drawn to the forest, and I was calm. She circled the closest of her flock and rushed deep into the depths. I, as if stepped on the threshold of my native home, confident and peaceful. But there was something else. Something was waiting for me up there. Beckoning, but not demandin
WOLF MARK Prologue
Six months ago, I knew what I wanted and where I wanted to be. Ordinary human life and away from these places. Fate laughed at my plans. She showed how sometimes the most important events in your life happen in one second. Point of no return.Do you believe in Fate? Not? Then she will definitely click you on the nose.Although I'm not like you, maybe for you people, Fate gives more freedom.Who am I? I am a half-breed. And this is my struggle with the inevitable.I may be a useless niece, but this is my last visit to this damn hole! Pretty but damn! Everything in me shuddered as soon as I crossed the border of Lovell. And you heard not Lowell, Massachusetts, but Lovell, Wyoming, a lost town of a little over two thousand people, with an area of a little less than three square kilometers. It was here that I spent my worst years, called by many childhood. Among this tiny population there are those who are responsible for this. Unfortunately, I'm heading straight for them...
WOLF MARK Chapter 1
My path led to small cottage plots located in the forest next to Lovell. So they were called by the inhabitants of Lovell - cottage plots, cottage village. And the locals called their house a reservation. If they had any Indian roots, they were very distant. They were not reflected externally, but were partially present in their worldview.It was there that my Aunt Sarah lived, along with those who, reluctantly, called themselves my "family." I once lived too.I pulled up at Lovell's post office. This is a mandatory item for me before going to the reservation. She glanced at the small diner, which was in the same one-story building as the post office. But, as much as I would like to delay the inevitable, there was no time. It would be warm, there would be one-legged plastic tables between the post office and the diner, and local elderly, and not very gossips, would collect fresh gossip from the front rows. But now it's January, which means that the weather is unpleasant even for the l
WOLF MARK Chapter 2
I'm on fire My neck and shoulder are burning, generously distributing pain throughout my body. My throat is dry, I can't even swallow. It seemed to me that I was drinking and drinking and could not get drunk, glass after glass, but this water could not quench my thirst. She reached out her hand to her neck to relieve the burning sensation. The fingers touched the tissue that did not allow reaching the skin, which I wanted to tear just to stop this unbearable itch. The fog in my head dissipated. Bare legs felt the coolness of the sheets and the weight of the blanket, and the body felt stiffness. I opened my eyes, there was a white ceiling above me, which did not help me decide what was happening."Lark," I heard a voice... familiar... Mira's voice.And then everything that was. As the neck was cut with pain, and a wolf's howl. She seems to have lost consciousness almost immediately. But I remember hearing Morgan's voice telling someone to get away from me.“Let us go, let us help her,”
WOLF MARK Chapter 3
As soon as I turned to Mira with a question, the door opened again, and my aunt quietly entered the ward. She turned around anxiously and quickly closed the door, as if she was afraid that someone would have time to slip through the narrow gap of the opening. It was very rare to read emotions on Aunt Sarah's face, calm and restraint rarely left her. But now I could justly describe her as flustered. Dark eyebrows arched upward, causing deep wrinkles to appear on the forehead. Pale, thin lips moved soundlessly. Finally rejoicing at our meeting, I looked around it affectionately in search of changes that inevitably affect older people. But my aunt froze at the age of fifty. She was already like that at forty-six, when we first met, and she has remained like that now - at sixty-three.She hurried over to my bunk, crouching on the edge, gently shaking my good hand. She smiled softly at me, and I again drowned in such a familiar warm look, full of regret and consolation."Oh, honey," she si
WOLF MARK Chapter 4
We studied there, in the community, but in high school I tearfully begged to be sent to a city school. I hoped things would change. I hoped that I would make friends among ordinary children, but they did not accept me here either. Our community is not something that is not loved in the city, but is considered strange. We live separately, we communicate with the city only when necessary - local authorities, shops and so on. It is believed that we have a hunting village, we live by hunting, catching poachers, taking tourists, watching the forest, etc. Such multifunctional huntsmen, only less than half are directly involved in these duties, the rest have other various duties. There is also a doctor - Mira, and a pharmacist-healer - Sarah, as well as auto mechanics, teachers, builders and other necessary specialists for the pack. Everything to limit communication with strangers as much as possible. Needless to say, the city children accepted me as that other eccentric, for them I almost l
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