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 of the aunt. And now, hurriedly, almost swallowing the words, she tried to convince me for the first time of something.

For me, her arguments sounded a little creepy and even disgusting - all these references to "licking the wound" do not add to the attractiveness of this story.

“In the ward in which I lay from his wounds,” I recalled a fact that, apparently, worries only me, “but you feel sorry for him,” I didn’t want to argue with my aunt, but I got more and more turned on by the ongoing injustice.

- Of course, I feel sorry for him! - my aunt even got up and walked around the room, - you are his couple, all the harm caused to you was reflected in him a hundred times. It's not his fault that his beast chose you, it can't be changed or influenced. If you were a wolf, the bite wouldn't hurt you.

But I'm not a wolf! Here you are right, - I also got up, - and I did not ask for this either. And what will our conversation give? There can be nothing between us, I hate him a little less than, but a little more than I can't stand him. Just to get on each other's nerves.

- But why not try? - aunt looked at me, and I recognized this look - incomprehension, most of the time she tried not to remember that I was not like them, but sometimes, like now, she faced it right in the forehead, - You could try, uangity is a gift given to units. Such unions live happily ever after.

Only in their reality, the attacked victim is trying to marry off the attacker. I thought I was going to explode, from all the indignation that overwhelmed me! But this is pointless, my aunt will never understand me, and now it is obvious whose side she took. How I wish I had someone on my side who would see that you can't impose on someone just by rewarding them with the big words "uangity".

- Happy if they are wolves, -I put an end to our conversation, -thank you, everything was very tasty. If you don't need my help, then I'll go upstairs.

Without waiting for an answer, I left the kitchen, and only after I heard a sad sigh:

-Go...

Already in the room, I realized that my aunt and I had never argued like this before. This thought smoothly flowed into a feeling of guilt, which firmly settled in me along with the confidence that I was right. For some reason, before that, I thought that these were mutually exclusive phenomena. 

It's good that my backpack was picked up after that animal throw, it's good that it remained almost intact, only one handle was torn, it's good that my tablet survived the fall - after all, some of the research documents were in it. This is how I spent the rest of the day, not showing my nose from the room. 

About six o'clock there was a knock at the door. I pushed my laptop away and quietly climbed off the bed, tiptoed over to the door and leaned against it.

-Hello, are you distracted? Morgan's voice came to me from the first floor.

-Where is Lark? - it is unlikely that the aunt did not greet the guest, which means that she answered him extremely quietly. No one was interested in my abilities, but my aunt knew that I heard better than ordinary people. Still, it was worth trying your luck and opening the door, -How is she?

Morgan's voice faded away, apparently the guest was invited to pass. Well, aunt!

-I know about your conversation -ofcourse you do. Mira could not hide it from her husband, -I want you to talk to her again.

My aunt's answers were still not audible to me.

- AND? - Morgan already asked not as a guest, but as an alpha who did not like the answers of his aunt. I leaned out into the corridor - Explain to her again, convince her.

The last word was abruptly cut off. I ducked back into the room, afraid of being caught. Either Morgan heard me, or my aunt nevertheless told him that I could hear him perfectly. Soon the front door slammed.  

I expected my aunt to make another attempt at conversation at the behest of her alpha. But she didn't come. And I sat in the room. Only once she crept into the toilet, trying not to catch her aunt's eyes, just to avoid a second conversation. In fact, it was possible not to sneak, it would not help me much, the hearing of the wolf aunt is excellent, if she wanted to tell me something, she would come out to me even for a breath. 

When it was dinner time, she came into my room, I was prepared, so I took a defensive position in bed.

-Do you feel bad? she frowned.

- In a dream tends, -I pulled the blanket over myself, leaving only my face open. 

Do you want me to bring you here? – aunt came up to me and checked my forehead.

“I don’t want to eat yet,” I yawned, ready to fight back if the conversation turned to an unpleasant topic.

- Well, well, - she gently ran her hand through my hair and left. And all? And where is the attempt to explain and convince me again? Postponed for tomorrow? Or she is not as obedient to her alpha as I thought before.

By nightfall, hunger forced me to go downstairs. But there was only a note waiting for me on the table that dinner was in the fridge. My aunt left, apparently on her wolf business.

And then the night came, and with it a howl outside the window - a never-ending mournful howl, a couple of times I looked out the window, but I saw only a gleam of yellow eyes. Previously, such watchmen were not observed at our house, this is strange, but I guessed who this beast was. And for some reason it seemed to me that under the windows of the first-aid post I also heard him. Lanterns are not found here, they are of no use to those who see perfectly in the dark. The howl subsided while I was stuck in the window, but began again as soon as I moved away. I can't be on duty here all night! I spent the rest of the night with headphones in my ears and a pillow on my head.

I haven `t a good sleep today! The howl continued until the morning, nothing drowned it out! I was one step away from jumping out to him and strangling him with my own hands. But the sense of self-preservation saved me. When exactly the serenade ended, I don’t know, somewhere in the morning I just passed out. I slept until nine, with great difficulty and great self-pity crawled out of bed. The neck almost did not bother, but the pain in the arm first of all made me go to the kitchen and drink painkillers. At first glance, the house looked empty, but since there was no note, it was worth looking for my aunt somewhere inside. She was found in the attic among dried bunches of herbs and various jars and bags with her summer supplies, which occupied all the free space - on workbenches, racks, hung overhead in fragrant bouquets. The smell here was unusual - it's like going into the summer!

- Good morning! - it seemed as if those years had never happened, and I meet my aunt again every morning.

-I woke up, -she met me with a smile, - How are you? I didn't wait for you and I already had breakfast.

-That's right, don't wait for me, - I ran my finger over a number of jars, which were replenished every year with the same forest supplies, - This year, it seems, there are even more blanks. Or few orders?

-More, more, - my aunt smiled proudly, -in the summer, one tourist group found out about my herbs, they told something in the city, so orders began to come from there, - it was clear that my aunt was pleased with such recognition, although it was surprising for me - similar cooperation with locals. It is one thing to supply meat, another to supply drugs. But I'm happy with my aunt's extra income.

My aunt kept me company at breakfast, pouring herself herbal tea.

-Had a bad sleep? she started with the obvious.

-Disgusting.

“You would have gone to him, he would have calmed down,” she offered softly.

No, it's just that my arm hurts.

-So after all, it will call you, -the reproachful look of my aunt appealed to my conscience.

- It's time to go show her to Mira, - I finished the conversation between the deaf and the dumb, rinsing the plate.