Emily and The Wolves
she muttered resentfully, turning away from him to rush to the bed, but before she had gone even half of the intended path, as I was already familiarly enveloped in a white light cloud.
"Again!" I thought in panic, again feeling a slight itch on my head. "Well, it certainly can't get any worse." A multi-colored braid fell on her shoulders again, completely unchanged in appearance, but for some reason it seemed to me that something was clearly wrong, and Oher confirmed my guess:
- Uh, Irina, - He stared at me with wide eyes, - you have this ... on your head ...
Immediately, I raised my hand to my head to feel ... Aaaaaaa!!! What it is?! Is it... is it... Horns?! My moms, it can't be, my horns
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