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- Don't do anything stupid! Michael said as he walked past me. How does he piss me off...

We soon reached the point where I saw feral wolves, in no way inferior to those creatures that we fought against in my home magical world. A flock of huge beasts with distraught eyes. Even being a wolf, I would be like a fly to them. And there are five of them. Throughout the glade there was a fetid smell of the decomposed remains of the people they had eaten and other living creatures. Catching our scent, they pounced on us. 

To tell the truth, that's when I was grateful to Mikhail for his training. Because one blow from such a creature would have killed me earlier, and so I just got up, dusted myself off and went back to the fight. To begin with, we tried to go out on physical strength.

Here, on the side of me, one of our fighters transformed into a bear. He took one of the wildlings with him. Mikhail yelled to attack the remaining werewolves at his command. Enough! For the third time I was thrown back like a reed! It's not that we didn't hit them. Just for ten of our blows there was one of them - and we scattered in different directions.

Once again, I was thrown too far. Before I could get up, I already heard that one of the wolves was running towards me. The thing is rubbish ... We could not cope with them with the whole crowd, and here we are one on one. Was not… Transformed into a fiery wolf and rushed towards him. Haven't taken on animal form in a long time. By the way, I felt very different than before. My wolf has grown stronger with me. And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest.

But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager to continue.

It was time to return to the others. Even though it felt like I was being watched. And I even guessed who ... I returned to the human form, but did not remove the fire. The fighters that flew with me also coped with one werewolf by common efforts. There are two left. The bear has joined us. He also dealt with his rival and with a victorious roar went out into the thicket. Let's continue! I set fire to one, and the bear attacked the second. For some reason, the rest just stood there and didn't interfere. In the end, I finished off my opponent, and the bear tore his own.

You four are fired! Mikhail barked as he returned to the helicopter. The guys didn't argue. They didn't get over their fear.

“Bear,” the fighter, who had just transformed into a bear, extended his palm to me.

“Luna,” I introduced myself, shaking his hand.

- After arrival - free time! Michael commanded. - But to arrive tomorrow without delay in the department!

“Sheer generosity,” he muttered under his breath, although both the bear and Mikhail heard me. And finally, I laughed ... just like that ... for no reason at all ... although, maybe the adrenaline began to recede?

- Pasha, - the chemist, who had been silent before, also extended his hand to me.

“You can just Kostya,” I said, laughing, answering the handshake.

Upon arrival, we washed ourselves and decided to go to the bar with the whole honest company. I don't remember how much we drank and how I got home. But in the morning Pasha was in bed with me and we obviously didn’t just fall asleep in an embrace. We slept. More precisely, I fucked him ... blue is evil ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

He went nuts from himself when he saw Pasha in his bed, and even naked. In an attempt to remember what happened yesterday, only what was happening in the bar surfaced in my mind. And yes, in fragments. Listening to my feelings, I guessed that after all there was sex between us, and I was on top. We survived, slept with a guy I don’t even really know ... But something my memory is silent about the fact that Pasha was against this. Hmm, a fisherman of a fisherman ...

- What time is it now? - Pavel was importuning at my side.

- Five in the morning, you can still sleep. - I answered, laying down to fill up further. - In department only to nine.

“I still need to go to the hostel for books for the university,” the guy reluctantly got out of bed, looking around in search of his clothes. “Don’t worry, I’m not a virgin, so it’s okay.

“The fact that you are not a virgin was clear yesterday,” I was surprised at his words. It seems that I am too behind the life of modern youth ...

“I’m sleeping with Korotkov, everyone in the department knows that, except, apparently, new ones,” he finally found clothes and picked them up from the floor. - Where is your bathroom?

“I have a shower,” to say that I was shocked by such a confession is to say nothing. - There, right down the hallway...

- If you think that Korotkov will take revenge or something like that, then don't worry. He doesn’t care if I sleep with someone else or not, Pasha added. “He has another lover and you won’t believe it, but our Korotkov is a liability with him,” he finished me off.

- What? I laughed. Did I misheard? Korotkov and passive?

“And everyone in the department knows this too,” Pasha left the room and headed for the shower.

- I hope that not Mikhail is his lover? – caught up with the guy in the corridor.

“Do you have plans for him?” We went into the bathroom together. I slammed the door at such an outrageous assumption. - No, well, you never know, you're like the same race.

- The only feeling I have for him is hatred! I snarled as I opened the water.

“I still don’t know if I love Korotkov or hate it,” Pasha said, standing under the jets of water in the shower. “You must be a complete idiot to endure such an attitude towards yourself,” he added, substituting his face under the water.

- Apparently you love, since you endure, - I answered, getting up to him under the shower.

We stood so close to each other that our bodies touched. I felt a tart smell on his skin after spending the night together. This smell stirred, dispersing the blood through the veins. He made me give in to temptation again...

Sensing my arousal, the boy chuckled slightly, obviously thinking of my gluttony. Yes, and I don’t give a damn ... I don’t owe anything to anyone ...

Turning his head in my direction, he was the first to reach for a kiss, giving permission to continue. He answered without hesitation, touching his lips, without stopping caressing the desired body in front of him with his hands, after which Pasha arched his back in a silent request for more.