Morgan was placed on an oak table, the one at which holidays and meetings had previously been celebrated. The pack gathered around and stared at Reed in silent question. Such strong werewolves, but without their leader, they looked like blind puppies. They need someone to take responsibility."Trent did it," Reid said. Standing behind everyone, I felt rather than saw their dumbfounded faces, - He gathered the renegades, with the help of Fred, lured ... Morgan, - the name of his uncle was not easy for him, his voice trembled, but he gathered himself and continued firmly, - Only he could inject him a tranquilizer from the back.The flock whispered. It was easy for me to determine where the Martins, Fred's relatives, stood, now there was a gaping hole next to them, separating them from the rest of the pack. Of course, the uncle's sins were immediately transferred to his sister, nephews and niece. I never liked them, but now, looking at Laura Martin, I saw her genuine astonishment and mus

I'll take my word for it.When I finished on top and the line of wounds on my legs came up, it was already dawn. Reid had been sitting with his eyes closed for some time now. It would be necessary, of course, to check his legs, but I did not want to disturb him. Aunt's decoction, as always, miraculously worked. Reed himself did not notice this, but came to life. He could even smirk and sneer. I hope when he wakes up, his soul won't hurt like that either.I decided to let him sleep a little and then continue processing. She sat next to Reid on the couch and instantly fell asleep.I woke up with the feeling that I had only let my eyes close for a couple of seconds. Still not understanding what disturbed me, I straightened up. The sofa next to me was empty, all the medicines were also removed. The pale winter sun shone through the window. Noise in the kitchen, apparently, was the reason for my awakening.- Where's Reid? - rubbing sleepy eyes, I asked Aunt Sarah. She hurriedly packed food

Everyone slowly turned towards the voice. Carried away by disputes, they did not even notice that the enemy was on the "threshold". He had the audacity to come not only when we mourn his sacrifice, but also when we are discussing how to deal with him.Trent stood at the very edge of the forest. One, confident in his invincibility. He slowly approached, brazenly looking at the assembled members of the pack. Now he has already entered the territory of the reservation, but no one stopped him with a word.I looked at Reed. He stood with his back against a tree trunk, his head bowed, his eyes fixed on his feet. Only his gloomy face and moving jaws betrayed his tension.With apprehension and alertness, I also saw the interest that showed through among the pack. Trent is a good tactician. The sudden attack demoralized the enemy."You'd better get out of here as soon as possible," Bruce said first. He walked around the table and stepped forward.- Why not? Trent chuckled. "Isn't this a trial?

The meeting was all at the same table, he witnessed many events. I hope that not a single tourist will now wander uninvited into the cottage village. Because his eyes would have presented a truly incredible sight. Enormous bear-like beasts paced among the houses, and beside them, women scurried about without fear and children fooled around. Not only Aunt Sarah remained at home. Of course, the fight is not a spectacle for children. Rachel, Norma, Mary and Courtney stayed to look after the children. The world was not visible either.Next to the other children, I saw Kira. She did not take part in the game of children who tried to climb onto the wolves and ran away laughing when the werewolves did not seriously growl and made feeble attempts to catch them. Here it is, fun in an ordinary werewolf family. A playful game of children with a werewolf dad. Did Kira now remember how she fooled around with Morgan in the same way? Or was she offended that her friends so quickly forgot about her g

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search. "Go," Luke nudged me in the back.The wolves parted, allowing me to come closer. The moment Reid noticed me, when his eyes fell on my hand, Trent struck. He took advantage of Reed's distraction. But he did not take into account the fury of his son, who saw the consequences of the attack on his couple. Reid was unstoppable. Tore, fell and tore again. Trent gave up. He no longer had time to attack, he tried to jum