Darkness. Around pitch darkness and absolute silence. "Where the hell am I, and what the hell happened?" Thoughts were confused in my head, not allowing me to concentrate, and there was also a smell of dampness and mustiness.Amy tried to move, but for some reason her body refused to obey her, and there was also a feeling that she was tied.Dampness. Mustiness. Very close, probably a few steps away from her, something drips, like water on a stone and cold floor, but the girl was not completely sure of this.“Hey,” she called softly, but in response she heard only an echo that reflected her voice from the walls of this strange room. - Is there anyone alive here?Again an echo, and then again a deep silence, absorbing all sounds around. Silence that absorbs life itself.Unpleasant goosebumps ran down Emily's back, it seemed to her that something was coming. Something bad and very, very dangerous. The sensation made the hairs on her skin stand on end, and cold perspiration appeared on he

Imagining this sight, Amy burst out laughing and almost fell down the stairs. Wow, how did she manage to get up so fast? Probably, while her thoughts were far away, while she indulged in dreams about a man who conquered her girlish heart at first sight, her legs purposefully led her to the exit from the basement upstairs, to where the Head of the Coven of Hunters, Cyrus, had disappeared.The climb took about five minutes, maybe a little more. The legs themselves led the girl to the intended goal. The higher Emily climbed, the darker it became: the light that illuminated the entire basement was not enough to illuminate the staircase as well. Therefore, the girl soon found herself in pitch darkness.It was hard and extremely uncomfortable to walk by touch, it seemed that by taking another step, you could stumble or even step into the abyss, because you can’t even imagine where the steps will end. Maybe there will be a passage leading to the door, or maybe there is a cliff waiting for he

Forest. Dark and almost impenetrable. He seemed to freeze in anticipation of something terrible, fateful. You can not hear the singing of birds, the chirping of insects; not even a breath of wind was felt. And around - pitch darkness, not allowing the pre-sunset light to penetrate into its territory. The forest was getting ready. He was preparing to take into his coniferous embrace the wolf brethren that were in such a hurry to come here.Yes, in a few hours the night of the Blood Moon will come. The time when the power of the Wolf becomes prohibitive, almost limitless. A time when even the Hunter is practically helpless before the Beast. At this time, the Wolves are merciless and ruthless, they destroy those who threaten all wolf clans - the Hunters. There will be a fight. A fierce fight that leaves no hope that both opponents will come out of it alive. No, either one survives, or no one. Someone is bound to fall.Since time immemorial, there has been a war between Wolves and Hunters

- Do you think I came alone? No, no, - John drawled, hiding a satisfied smile, - you are mistaken.And turning his head towards the forest, he loudly called:- Jack, come here!And as if from the Darkness itself, which envelops the whole space, a wolf came out with bright red eyes, which spoke of his status - the leader of the pack! The wolf moved deliberately slowly, as if adjusting his every step, listening to the sounds, catching every rustle and even the breath of everyone here. Each step was made smoothly and with such grandeur that the graces of the Wolf could only be envied, and the wool ... Yes, in the light of the rising moon, it looked simply amazing! Black, shiny, like silk under the light of silver, long and thick - you wanted to touch this against your will and feel its softness or vice versa - hardness. But I wanted to touch, and this is a fact!Everyone tirelessly watched the approach of this Beast and did not pay attention at all to the fact that after him they also le

- Wow-ah-ah-arrrrr!!! Cyrus roared and lunged at John.Emily, turning into a She-Wolf, rushed like a nimble fox, flitting between opponents, knocking one or the other down, or sharply attacking from behind, thereby disorienting the enemy and giving her brothers a chance to deal with the Hunters. Yes, she did not stand aside, did not huddle against trees or bushes; she, just like everyone else, attacked her enemy, the one who dared to harm her and her loved ones: John, and Jack, who initiated her in the most brazen way, deceiving her, and Jeremy, who supported her in difficult times. Yes, she helped everyone, but first of all, she helped herself and John!Oh Gods, who would have known how much she wanted to be free! How she longed for simple female happiness and a whole gang of little Wolf Cubs who looked like John! How do you want peace! And for this you need to destroy your enemies, which, in fact, she was doing now.A dash, a flight, a sweep, the enemy falls to his knees - the Wolf,