Chronicles of the Wolf

6

The door closed behind Jordan Helx.

The guy went to the bed and collapsed on it.

The legs seemed to have lost all ability to move.

— This is not a prison sentence.— the door opened a crack and that pale man, Bjorn, appeared.—It's only for your own good. You don't know what you're going to be dealing with. Consider it just being under guard... Are you hungry? If you want, I'll cook something to eat. —

— Will the vampire cook?—Jordan chuckled.

— Hey, for me it's actually an insult!—Bjorn raised his purring voice a little.— Just because food doesn't satisfy me doesn't mean I don't need to eat. I like to sleep and eat as much as I loved it when I was a man... —

It was very uncomfortable from the gaze.

Jordan could feel the cold radiating inside from those eyes that seemed like snow in smoke.

— And how did you become vampire? Were you born like this or were you bitten?—Jordan shuddered.

He himself could not have expected that he would ask this after all.

It's just that for a couple of hours it had been spinning around him with a thought, an insistent mosquito, thickening the atmosphere, and in his brain.

Such a beautiful face does not look like a modern one.

— Hmm, no one has ever asked me such painful questions... I brought some of the Viking ships... And the disease was killing me...—He stepped off the threshold and returned to the room.— Constant coughing and vomiting of blood... I was cursed by people from a neighboring settlement...—his voice trembled, his eyes glittered.— And then he came... Guy Cornelius... He said that my beauty should live forever...—

— The world is cruel. He's very violent...—Jordan lies down on the bed.—Can I just rest?—

The door closed.

***

The wolf raced through the forest with all her might.

Olga simply did not spare her own body, when she saw a wolf running through the window with the familiar intertwining of Wentworth's initials on her forearm, she chased him through the woods, along the road.

Pebbles, asphalt, road, forest, trail...

With magical speed, everything changed, as in fast playback on a computer.

The bones in front of the runner cracked and blood filled his mouth.

From the pain, the wolf took human form, Olga too.

— Where's Wentworth?—she screamed.

Whining, indistinct and somehow wet.

Olga transforms only one of her hands, claws grow on a fur-covered paw.

— Where's Wentworth?—Olga repeats the question already with a shout, the voice becomes bestial, growling.

***

The car pulls up to a large building.

Wentworth Karsten signs a couple of contracts, his werewolves supply the pack with meat, booze and girls through their activities.

He came to Finland to get his own back.

Not all of his wives understand that it is impossible to leave, that it is fraught... He killed many people without thinking, but Olga... Olga Valdez!

This beautiful red-haired and green-eyed Spaniard resembled a storm.

Now she has decided to play resistance with this retard Bjorn, crazy Christophe, her whore daughter and this timid sectarian!

Wentworth sipped cognac from a large glass.

Relaxation was interrupted by a call.

— Are you going to bother me like this? To beat surreptitiously? Go into the meeting room, then walk to the hall...—an artificially altered voice croaked.

— Silas? Are you drunk?—Wentworth just asked that question.

He was curious what the answer would be.

— The hall... Go to the hall...— a stone whisper.

Olga! Certainly...

Although there is nothing to doubt, except for her, no one can be.

The man stood up and slowly walked forward.

Spreading waves of air in different directions, a strong explosion broke out.

Olga wanted a close contact!

Before the explosion, Wentworth heard words that had been hovering around for a long time like an annoying mosquito.

— You won't win! They are stronger than you! The wolf will devour you!—

***

Olga was looking out the window, smiling.

— Thanks, Vegard, your powder worked perfectly. I poured it into his wounds and he just became a doll.— said the redhead.

— And why did you need it?— Vegard was sorting out their things: something could not be saved after long and frequent fights, something was worn out by time.— We need to get out shopping soon.—

— Later, honey, after what I have to finish... Sometimes I even think: which one of us is a man?— Olga heard a knock in the kitchen.—Damn it... Again, the daughter will turn the kitchen around. She's kind of weird sometimes...—

Together Olga and Vegard walked down the stairs, then through the living room on a winding path to the kitchen.

Bjorn was lying on the sofa, absolutely motionless. His chest was not heaving and his cheeks were icy.

— What's wrong with him?—Vegard asks in a whisper.

— Hang up the alarm, my maker just fell asleep at the TV. And until he sleeps off, you can't even wake him up with a bomb.— Maria appeared at the entrance to the kitchen with a large plate in her hands. It was decorated with colorful contents - pickles, red and white onions, salami, bacon, everything was abundantly filled with grainy mustard.

— You're eating a lot today.—Olga remarked.— It doesn't satisfy you.—

— No, it does not food for me.— Maria put a huge piece of cucumber in her mouth.— And how much blood I absorb, it's better not to say, Christophe will be just shocked.—

— By the way, where is our huge and silent guy?—Olga asked.

— He got up, practiced, now he's digging in your car. Something burned down there... He brought your anti-aircraft missile system today. He said that he might definitely need it. What are you up to?—Maria licked mustard from her lips.

Christophe entered the house, sweat glistening on his forehead and silvering his gray hair even more. Finn carried a large pack with axes, machine guns and a large club with nails, the top of which was crowned with a skull.

— My sword doesn't need to be checked.—Bjorn pulled a very long sword out of his pack.

— Still the same?—Maria asked.

— Well, yes, even though it is covered with silver, it is not worn out.—The Swede ran his finger along the blade.— Here, you see, in the very center of the blade? It is from him that my victims burn.—

— Will you make for me the same one?— Maria wipes her blades with a rag.— My monument will have to be erected soon...—

— I will, but better. Leave the old blades to the old, now all the innovations are young!—The blond man tightened his belt.— I've lost some weight - he's hanging on me now! —

Olga bends almost at an acute angle to avoid Christophe's axes.

Anti-aircraft missile launcher, machine guns, pistols - favorite equipment!

Olga remembers almost all the wars that were in this world, sometimes it seems to her that she lives too long, but she loves, she loves life so much!

And she will kill Wentworth to become the queen of the north...

***

Jordan saw his friend's car through the window.

What is Friedrich doing here?

Helx stretched out, but could not get closer to the window. He couldn't hear anything, but he noticed a malicious grin on Friedrich's face.

Olga left the house, noticing a narrow-eyed brunette.

— To immediately stop some of the questions, I can tell you that we have a person. What's his name? It doesn't matter though. Even though we are from a different tribe, I would like to count on cooperation. Don't get me wrong, but I need you as a babysitter.—Karsten said, trying to keep a serious expression on her face.

Although the request to be a babysitter for a human and several young vampires caused laughter.

The German looked at the werewolf woman for a long time with incomprehension, then suddenly laughed out loud.

— My friend interrupted you with his perversions, right?—Friedrich asked, wiping away tears of laughter.

— No, but we are conscientious. We don't want anyone to be killed because of us.— a prickly wind blew, as if surreptitiously.

— I want something for this. Will you let me see the vampires? And will you take it into your pack when you win?—Friedrich quietly asked question after question.

— Vampires aren't a circus. You can come in and take a look, but no more. And about the pack... We'll talk about this later. Playing, you never know if the jackpot will come out...— Olga went into the house to prepare for what awaits on the way ...