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Silver steel wolf.

Silver steel wolf.

Author: Briian
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Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

Word Count: 1598    |    Released on: 31/05/2022

ie with her. And neither magic will help, even if you are at least three times the most powerful magician in the pack, nor Wolf's blood, which vampires consider the

s with your eyes closed, and you, through evil tears, watch how her heart measures out the last blows

story. "Happy end", as it is customary to write at the end of happy American romantic comedies. But this love story only begins afte

pte

e images of the past week flashed through my mind's eye one after another-Alex's burnt face; the humiliation to which the Traitor subjected m

ex

to think about what was tearing my heart apart. I did not feel my body, but even that was not so im

"If you wake me up with such thought-feelings every morning

harp pain. Squeezing my eyes shut and blinking back my tears, I made another attempt to open my eyelids - it looked like we were in our bedroom on the estate. My head ached with renewed vigor, as if it had been split in two with an ax, but I was ready

healer in this crazy world, so I had to immobilize you so that you don't inadvertently hur

watched me, allowing me to get up only for to go to the restroom and eat. During all this time, my friends came to me several times - Viktor, Nastya, twin brothers and, of course, Gerda, who was also brought to the estate, was always pushing around. Alex never show

ath to anyone who let slip wh

e entertained me, helped me take my first hesitant steps around the room and talked about the rituals and laws in the pack, but studiously avoided talking about

pened to you happened through my fault ... - I started a

did is not your fault at all!" Once I sh

ould have happened! And you wouldn'

ed - that's what is

Victor in the eyes. "To grow old, knowing that I could live for

raitor, not of your own free will! Victor, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, moved closer and put his arm around my

didn't beli

to his eyes, trying to see a grin in

never mind, it's a long and sad story!" Better tell me, how much lon

a werewolf that he will die in fifty or seventy years is like saying to a person who has been diagnosed with inoperable cancer that he has a couple of years left. After all, the memory of werewol

ktor said in a

pect this from him at all, therefore, not yet understanding what exactly had happ

Again you

ain the same as before, as he was before I threw that ill-fated ball of fire at him. Well, or almost the same - looking closer, I sti

in the direction of his fathe

se, hugging my waist. - She is a beauti

ight say, and she sowed it! I had to turn Konstantin's whole apartment upside down to find my mother's unfortunate innocent ring. But, returning to o

issed me again, this time

is time, - touching my forehead with his

ords, somehow explain my behavior, but I was unable to utter a couple of words aloud. Ale

sked sternly. "Or do you still wa

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