“Keep up, T-Rex,” I whispered to my nephew and tugged at his T-shirt sleeve.Morgan could not stand it and giggled, but immediately covered his mouth with his palm. But it was too late. Rita turned to face us.It was afternoon, and while the elders were clearing the table, the younger ones were enjoying themselves. And me, of course. I love bugs!And wolves' blind man's buff is not just child's play. This is a real test. Now ten-year-old Rita, blindfolded, had to not only find the players, but also not grab Lemon. Therefore, we often called this game "Lemon"."Shall we play Lemon?""Who will be Lemon this time?"“Maybe this time we will have three Lemons?”And all because one or several players were splashed with lemon juice before the start of the game. And with the help of two senses - hearing and smell - the leader had to catch everyone except Lemon. But the difficulty was that if the players were in contact, then the smell was transferred. And it was quite difficult to recognize w

Now we were both breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes.“So don’t piss me off, Kira. And I can control myself.They didn't look away. They couldn't get enough oxygen. And my hand was still pressed to his chest, and I felt the pulsation of his heart. So often, so loudly.And then the attraction was gone. And we rushed to each other. Alex pressed me to him, eagerly pressing his lips. Capturing, crushing. I pulled him by the neck, forcing him to be closer, erasing the slightest boundaries. We choked on feelings. It wasn't a kiss, it was a thirst we were trying to quench.His hands moved lower, down to my hips, pressing me closer, tighter. And I didn't need any more clues - I grabbed his shoulders, Alex lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. We were indivisible, reveling in each other.But then I let out a muffled growl, and closed my eyes against the unbearable burning inside. I loosened my legs and Alex lowered me to the ground. He still pressed me to him, touchi

“Mr. Wilson, how far do your walks go?” I nodded and returned to my work.“Commendable as an exemplary younger sister. Only Alex said that your heart is not very much in it.Alex obviously did not speak in such terms, I grinned. The old man was not going to leave, went ahead and sat down on a fallen tree. Now he was in front of my eyes - it would be more difficult to turn away.“He doesn’t lie down, he doesn’t stand, he doesn’t sit,” I muttered under my breath.“Then it is doubly commendable. Your heart is very generous. You have been through so much, but still you are open to them and have not turned away.I frowned as I looked at the old man. Almost colorless eyes narrowed, the gaze pierced to the bone. There was always a half-smile on Mr. Wilson's lips, which made one doubt whether he meant everything he said in earnest.The day when he and part of his pack came to us surfaced in my memories. Alex was excited and overjoyed to meet the grandfather he had only heard about. And I real

Surprisingly, the news about the new gene in the pack was perceived calmer than the close attention to us from the people from the hotel and the ban on solo outings. Let the lesser danger, but it is closer, and that makes it more frightening.I had to go to Reid, give him reports, but I continued to sit on the porch at Martha's house. We didn’t even really talk, we just worried together. There were so many things I wanted to discuss with her, but for some reason, what Ba told me, she could not pronounce. The tongue could not put together the necessary words, and in my thoughts, as if there was a taboo.“You know, I thought… If our blood can heal many people, then that’s good. We will save so many lives. They can come up with cures. Or they will develop something based on our gene, - Martha propped up her cheek with her hand and turned so that she could see me.“You will think differently when you lie on the operating table, and your blood will be pumped to the last drop. To heal a few

Spring is the beginning of a new year. The beginning of life in nature. And we live by these laws.Not all unions were made during the mating season. Our community is too small, affection or sympathy for someone grew with us. The human heart responded and made a choice. And not always successful, as in the case of Aunt Sarah, who ended up alone.But the strongest bonds were created if the choice was made by the Beast within. The heart of the wolf is the most faithful - it will not give, once choosing, it will always love and in spite of. Like Reed and Lark are bound by spirits.And although the huanjithi were rare, everyone hoped that he would be lucky. And in the spring, the wolves were especially eager to find their mate.They set off in search, surrendering to their instincts and desires of the spirits. And if they were lucky, then the Beast chose a couple. Let not true, not uangiti, but the one with which he was ready to go side by side.Those who were alone were willing to take t