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Mathias was tearing something red with his teeth and claws in the room where Maria, Christoph and Bjorn were sleeping.

— Well, well...— Bjorn, sitting down in the coffin, pulled the cat to him and selected an improvised toy.—.. It's bad... This is very bad!—

Putting Mathias on a chair, Bjorn rushed down the corridor.

— Liv!— he calls loudly.— Olivia! Olga!—

When he turned the corner, the claws pierced his back.

The ancient vampire fell to the floor and lost consciousness for a while more from fear than from pain.

In front of him was a huge white wolf.

The wound on his back burned very badly, but now the pain has subsided and Bjorn jumped up, pulling a pistol from his belt.

The first shot missed its target, but the second one scratched a giant paw.

— Who are you?— Bjorn pinned the wolf to the floor with his weight and blocked the paws.

—I'm not going to tell that to an ice demon!—The werewolf growled angrily, remaining in animal form.

— If you don't want to talk, I think it's not worth