Chronicles of the Wolf

2

... In his dream, Christophe heard gunshots, bright flags and screams…

Screaming heart-rendingly, the man came to himself.

Vegard hugged the blond man to him, stroking his disheveled hair.

Once, while hunting in the forest, a man and a woman found a small wolf cub turned into a baby, and his mother was killed…

There were three cubs, as they say, but they did not find the others.

Christophe clung to Vegard with a death grip, it seems he could not calm down.

— I'm sorry… Filled with drunken snot...— a thick-set man removed his long bangs from his face.

An old medallion was visible under a dirty T-shirt. Christophe never took it off even when he went into the woods, managed to keep it intact and clean. No one asked, but everyone knew what was there. A strand of Maria's hair.

— You didn't get caught? Where have you been at all? We almost went crazy! We've lost you, old man...— Olga puts the tray on the table by the bed.— You're definitely hungry...—

— Why did you decide that?— the look of his eyes, which often seem unnaturally bright, was somehow tired now.

Eh, Jansen… An old man not understood by anyone…

— Aren't you always hungry?— Karsten, leaning over her beloved, pinched the guard's slightly snub nose. —Puta, you're so icy! It was like sleeping in the refrigerator...—

Olga and Vegard at first did not understand where the next sound came from, one could take it for the cawing of a drunken raven, but it was Christophe laughing:

— In the freezer! Tell me too ...—

***

Vegard, having heard the news about the missing cow at the butcher, decided to go there himself.

— Heikki!— he called a plump man whom he had known for a very long time. Heikki adored him as a son who passed away 3 years ago from blood cancer. If Wentforth Carsten was here, that's bad… This is very bad...

— Heikki, where are you?— Vegard stepped on a piece of ice that had fallen from the roof on the road and shuddered.

— Veg, hi! Did you want something?— the old butcher came out of his old wooden house holding his back.— Be careful on the road, otherwise I also took a step in the morning without looking, so I almost gave my soul to God… So what did you want?—

— Buy more pork while you have a lot of it, as well as find out about the theft. Is it true that a cow was stolen from you?—Vegard adjusts his hat on his disheveled hair. His hair was so unruly that not a single headdress kept properly on his head. — I'll get the pork now. The meat is fresh, it ran recently, for me it is more valuable than gold, but it's a pity for my poor old cow Tiffany… We were left without milk... Syphilis on their heads, damn thieves! Poor old Tiffany...— the old man knocked on the wooden wall of the house and slowly hobbled off for meat.

Vegard had the money ready when he returned.

— And a strange thing is happening: someone is prowling the dark streets at night, avoiding the lanterns… You better lock up when it gets dark… Once your father appeared before God for irresponsibility, but you better take care, you don't live long with such irresponsibility...— Vegard paid and left Heikki in fear.

Let it be the Order of the Night, let them... as long as it's not Wentfort…

***

— Christophe! Where have you been all night? The locals have come up with a lot of things after your appearance! In what condition did you appear?!— Hannah began to scold her foster brother when they almost bumped noses in the supermarket.

The blond Finn wrinkled his slightly snub nose and made a disgruntled face:

— Could you not yell like that?! And so I barely came to myself...—

— Christophe! Ugh... and why are all the women crazy about you?—sister breathed out indignantly, sniffing angrily.

— You will never understand this, because you have no mind from birth.—

With a laugh, Jansen dodged the slap on the head and walked on.

***

Fear crept into Olga Karsten's heart when something rustled in the barn.

They kept firewood and chains there in case of an emergency, and after going to the butcher, Vegard definitely could not go to the barn… And it's too early yet-old Heikki is eager to chat…

Armed with a shovel with which she was clearing snow, the woman slowly approached the barn.

— Peek-a-boo!— it was not a thin, black-haired girl who fell on her, incredibly similar to Olga.

She hid her face from the sunlight with a scarf and ski goggles, and her body with a huge hoodie.

The sun could have killed Maria… She's a vampire.

— Maria! Well... you scared me to death! I almost wet myself from your joke!—

The girl giggled stupidly. Maria acquired some wild qualities during her stay in the nest of vampires.

The eyes began to resemble animal eyes, and the habits were similar.

Olga hugged her daughter, trying not to show her anxiety outwardly.

Is it still the same Maria? Her mother's heart said "yes" to her, but still asked her to check…

***

Walking down the street, Christoph Jansen froze and stared at the place with which a lot was connected-the house of the Jansens.

Werewolves have a lot of lives, so sometimes the same people meet in history.

Stepfather appears in the window for a second. Picking up his pace, the blonde almost runs towards Olga's house.

— Oh, it's Christophe! Our Snow White… Are you in Olga's slavery? Why don't you go to the old man? He's bored...— Timo seemed to grow up in his way.

They have a rather big age difference and this terrible man, Timo Jansen, is the most important nightmare in his life. He's not that afraid of Wentworth… All in the Danish mother, the first wife of Mathias Jansen, a mad and bloodthirsty son of a bitch…

— Go to hell, Timo! I see my dad and sister in the store almost every day, or even twice a day! And I don't come home because I don't want to see you!— Christophe was almost red when he flew home.

The hysterical heart, despite the external calm, did not restore the rhythm in any way. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw in it a man of solid build with disheveled hair. His eyes really didn't betray what was going on in his soul…

— Christophe...— he heard a hail and only now noticed that it was not so in Olga's house. The curtains are drawn. Only one girl pronounces his name like that.

Maria slowly and almost silently approached Christophe. Finn could feel her icy breath.

— How do you live, old man? You never change, Christophe...— After all, Maria decides to touch him. She reaches out her icy hands and gently touches his hair. From the only loved one, it smells like a forest… The long-awaited meeting and this smell just makes my head spin… — I missed you so much...— the girl's quiet trembling whisper was drowned out by tears.

Christophe could not restrain himself this time…

Olga looked out from behind the decorative ornaments that were in her office not for beauty, but for the watch. She placed this plug in the form of a tongue of flame back, a little even touched by this.

— Are you sure of her now? Our Maria has remained the same... well, almost.—Vegard hugged his beloved.

— Yes... I would like to drive this Jordan away… Although now it's better to make me forget about everything.— the red-haired beauty pulled her beloved by the hoodie. Opening the door of her bedroom with her foot and pushing Vegard in, Olga locked the room from the inside…