All Chapters of Laws Of The Wolf {Book 2}: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The estate, located behind the forest belt at the other end of the city, had long been abandoned. The mayor's office repeatedly arranged an auction in order to shake it off the balance of the city, but a buyer, despite the relatively low cost, was never found because of its notoriety, which appeared thanks to some old children's horror story that all residents disappeared without a trace in that estate .Who would have thought that wolves were so superstitious!Grisha and Sery looked at satellite pictures of the estate for a long time, trying to figure out routes or something like that, but judging by their exchange of glances, the place for the meeting was chosen as much as possible in favor of Ibragimov.I only glanced at them, but immediately realized that even in the dark it was impossible to drive up to the estate unnoticed, and it would be very difficult to get out in case of an ambush.Rubbing my sweaty palms, I watched the motorcyclists checking their weapons. They dug out, pr

It was stuffy in the car, and I opened the windows to the full. Waves of nausea rolled over me, then rolled back, and I literally gnawed at the filter of a cigarette, holding the steering wheel with one hand.Today I killed. Again. And it wasn't at all like the first time.The murder of Boris quickly sank, because, firstly, he deserved to die, and secondly, by and large, it was not me who killed him, but a bullet. I just pulled the trigger. It was not so with today's wolf.Killing for nothing, I felt the blade go into it, even heard the sound as it pierced the skin, heard the sound of blood, the beating of the heart and his blood that fell on me, smelled of metal and death even now.I knew that I was ahead of Grisha by only a hundredth of a second, that the wolfhound would have killed the old man one way or another, but ... It was terrible.I stretched my hand, which still felt the cold of the knife, and returned it to the steering wheel. Grisha wanted to drive himself, but I didn't l

We turned off the lights in the house, pretending that, as it was supposed to be at such a late hour, nothing was going on in it except sleep, but I was not sure that we did it in time, and the light was not noticed. On the other hand, what was the difference!?It didn't take a genius to connect the arrival of the cops with a shootout on the road and an attack on the estate, which took place at about the same time, and I strongly doubted that those who entered the gate, which Grisha's guys specially opened, were driving like that in the name of the law and for the sake of justice.I paced the dark second floor, waiting for a knock on the door and preparing myself for the worst.Once, also in the middle of the night, the cops broke into my brother and me. Then they turned the whole apartment upside down, and without any permits. They didn’t find anything, and that’s the only reason they didn’t take me away, but Sasha was dragged out anyway, like a piece of shit, taking with them even t

The clock hand barely crawled to seven o'clock, and I was already assembled and, as they say, fully armed.Grisha, as always, slipped in quietly, notifying me of his arrival with the smell of silver, cigarettes and something sharp, like motor oil.- Did you patch up your iron horse? I asked, pinning up my loose hair on the side so that it didn't get too much in my face.- Even as patched up! the wolfhound purred, leaving a juicy bite on my shoulder.- Are you going to bathe? - I turned to him.- But you must? - Grisha clarified playfully, although his eyes remained serious.He studied my scent, intuitively feeling that something in me had changed, but did not ask, as if he knew that I would not answer.“We should,” I replied, and ran my freshly manicured fingernail over his dirty T-shirt."Good," Grisha answered quietly and licked my bottom lip with his lips.He also did not say anything about the fact that I put on a tight-fitting black dress with thin straps, which I had not done fo

The night city flickered serenely outside the SUV window. With the onset of coolness, the streets were filled with cheerful campaigns and couples in love, among whom one could see even the elderly.At the entrance to the city, as soon as the road turned into asphalt, Grisha and his guys allowed themselves to fool around. They reared their iron horses, demonstrating their skills, accelerated until they were out of sight, and playfully growled, returning back to the SUVs.I thoughtfully followed Grisha, turning alternately in my hands either a cigarette case with a lighter, or his phone, about the presence of which he did not say anything to me. In the noise of the city, which penetrated a little through the half-open window, I heard the rumble of trains, and I mentally returned to that night that we spent with Grisha in his loft.Then he told me that the death of Boris itself would only lead to other deaths, which in turn would lead to bloody chaos, and I did not quite understand then