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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
WOLF MARK Chapter 5
It wasn't until Aunt Sarah closed the door behind us that I realized I was barely breathing. A wolf's gaze, even in the human body, pierces to the bones. A dozen of their gazes I, like a bag of bricks, carried on me. Not only I was relieved to be behind the wall from them. Seeing this, maybe my aunt will remember why I don't belong here - with or without a mate.My aunt's cottage was small - a living room, a kitchenette and a bathroom on the first floor, three small bedrooms - on the second and an attic. The largest bedroom of them has always been called "parents", once it belonged to my grandparents, and then my aunt and her husband lived in it, and my mother lived in one of the small ones - "children". Then the husband left his aunt, as I heard, because "she couldn't stand puppies", and went to another pack, well, and my mother ... After a while, I began to live in my mother's room, and my aunt moved to the next one " children's". Nothing has changed in four years. I did not visit m
WOLF MARK Chapter 6
At dinner, my aunt hesitated, and it was clear that she did not know how to approach the conversation.- What about my car? It's time to start implementing the plan. Aunt could not immediately jump to another topic, remembering for a while.- The car ... it was driven to Bruce's workshop. But I don't know what he could do. You need to go to him - Bruce was an auto mechanic, a mechanic and helped his son a builder, Rod. Also, Bruce was Mira's father, maybe it will be possible to find out about the car through it, that is, to reduce the likelihood of crossing with others, and this is also part of my plan, - Lark ... I understand that you have not yet recovered, maybe not tomorrow , but you need to talk to Reed, - it begins, - the boy is not himself, his beast is restless, licking your wound, he could not let anyone in to you, he almost went berserk with grief, miraculously Morgan managed to get through to him. And then he did not leave your room ... - again this unusual agitated state
WOLF MARK Chapter 7
For some reason, I left the house with apprehension, as if expecting that the whole Cooper family would immediately attack me there. But, of course, there was no one at the door. The village seemed to be still asleep, but this silence was deceptive - the day here began very early, and the night quite late. It is very convenient when you have so few hours to sleep. This is another quality that was not included in my gene pool.The wind died down, and the snowfall exhausted itself, covering everything around with a sheet of snow. The hood was useless, but I still threw it on top, like a cap of invisibility. Although Reed's house was on the opposite side, and I was within walking distance of the first-aid post, my nervous state did not let me go. It would not hurt to clear our small courtyard of snow, a narrow path of aunt's steps led to a common road that ran between the houses and ended at a dead end at the first-aid post. There were only nine residential buildings here, and several ou
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