Chronicles of the Wolf

7

The snow flashes quickly.

Someone is in the trailer, and a couple of patrollers are sitting on the roof.

It's just that to smell a wolf, you need another wolf.

Bjorn was drawing something in a notebook, which depicted the northern lights, and covered his creation with a hard cover.

— I'm sorry.—One of the werewolves timidly raised his voice.—We didn't believe vampires were terrible before... And now... And now I see how terribly they lied to us...—

— There is a special attraction in all the species and races of the world.— Bjorn said and hid his notebook in his jacket.

— Christophe! Stop the car!—Olga almost screamed.

The fangs sink into the skin, draw in blood.

Olga for some reason does not even feel disgust, looking at how Maria, Bjorn and Stefan satisfy their hunger.

Wentworth always hammered into the brains of his wives that the main evil in this world is these pale dead bloodsuckers.

But here they are, and Maria is not the reason that they seem so cute.

Stefan, apparen