Chronicles of the Wolf

The wolf. Queen of the North.

Dedicated to my precious mother.

Without you, there would be no me and my books.

R.I.P. I will always love you, mommy.

1972-2023

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Years pass, and the damned will come to terms with death. This death will be both bitter and sweet, because he will not be able to fight back because of his feelings.

Tyranny will perish with a blow of the sword... Blood will give freedom...

this hour will be remembered by all who will know about it.

This hour will be cherished by all...

The battle of the werewolves, which will be remembered for centuries ...

The times when every cursed crown will die and the werewolves will be free ...

The times when the kingdoms will be united...

The times when freedom will come to the werewolves of the north, south, east and west...

The times of freedom begin now...

***

The first time Jordan Helx saw her, he realized that he had irrevocably fallen in love and disappeared ...

Despite the red hair, this fiery girl always wore only red.

She was both a love and a curse for Jordan.

She didn't talk to many people, and she didn't even deign to look at Jordan.

Either she really didn't notice him, or she liked this game of arrogance.

Olga Karsten... Olga…

Surely her last name was not real, and she herself... are there demons with the face of an angel in nature?

Judging by the military badges on her chest, she also served in the army.

But there were too many tokens, a necklace of them decorated a scarlet dress.

When she appeared today at the Wave, a bar unnoticed by many, Jordan had been waiting for a long time for this arrogant red-haired bastard to light up the gray and boring neon expanses of the bar with the burning radiance of hell.

Olga always drank only absinthe, a mind-numbing drink the color of the forest.

Today she was joined by a man with the Norwegian name Vegard, but he looked like a local. A snow-white blonde with a thin build, but a rough manly face. Who is he to her, he wonder? After so many years of living in Espoo, Jordan has learned to distinguish between all the Scandinavian nations.

Today Olga smokes a lot.

— He's staring at you.—Vegard's voice reaches Jordan.

— If he thinks about more, he won't want to encroach on me.—Karsten laughs. Her laugh is cruel.

A little later, Christophe arrives. Everyone here knew this man. He was born here and came once a year. He was looking for someone, it looked like it. Eyes the color of a snow-covered forest seemed to be devoid of emotions from birth.

— Jordan, are you dreaming again? She'll never go on a date with you, but I don't mind.—Hannah came up to him. — Yes... Olga likes this creepy Vegard and frostbitten Christophe.—

Jordan almost choked on his beer, because the next second he received a slap on the head from a red—haired girl:

— I advise you to watch your words. Christophe is my brother.-

***

— I don't think they can find you here. I've been estranged from both you (officially) and them for a long time. They don't bind us... I've been dead in front of them for a long time...—Christoph Jansen twirls the ashtray with his finger.

The approximately forty-year-old (in appearance) man seems to be completely absorbed in his thoughts today. Olga didn't know exactly how old her guard was.

When she found herself in the pack of the mad tyrant Wentfort, he was already like that. Christophe never changed.

When Maria was born to Vegard and Olga, everyone was very puzzled that the girl turned out to be a human. The leader of the pack, Olga's husband, quickly found out about everything.

All their lives Olga, Vegard and their daughter have been running from their own all over the world. Sometimes death is very close to them...

Maria and Christophe quickly fell in love with each other and he left the pack with them.

Or rather, Olga freed him from the basements...

The Order of the Night later bitterly scorched their already gloomy life. Maria has become like this…

I wouldn't dream of it in a nightmare.

Since Maria was bitten, Olga has not seen her beloved and only daughter. Now Maria lives in the nest of a very ancient vampire...

But she is alive ...

if you can call it life… She is alive and always somewhere close ...

***

Christophe felt the bitter aftertaste of the rolling nightmare even before he overtook him in a doze…

How many names has he already changed, how many surnames… And returned to the name given by Mom… But not to the last name... — ...I'm going to leave now, and you have to protect my mom… Don't let her get hurt, Christophe...— that night the resurrected Mary came.

Maria retreats to the edge of the cliff. Christophe's eyes are covered by the thick fabric of her bandage.

Smell... her smell comes from the ribbon...

Leaving, the beloved for the first time in her life kisses him…

When Christophe removes the blindfold from his eyes, he sees a pack running away. Some strange feeling arose after the horizon became clear… ...

Finn wakes up with a strong sense of anxiety. Blood flowed from his nose.

And what was in his dream? What?

The darkness is filled with cigarette smoke.

Opening the window, the man sits on the windowsill, looking at the views of the motherland from the house to which he always returned ... and did not want it…

The full moon smiles ominously in the sky. Crossing his legs, Christophe slowly stepped onto the snow-covered side separating the floors and serving just for decoration. When he jumped onto the snow-covered path in only shorts, a hoarse howl was heard.

Snowflakes, glistening in the semi-darkness, melted on the man's body…

***

Olga found a bouquet of flowers on the threshold of her house in the morning. It's even strange…

All the couriers here know her well, they could have rung the doorbell…

The next second, the woman, almost growling, threw the bouquet on the road.

Nausea rose in her throat. Mint! Some bastard put mint in the bouquet!

— Honey, are you up yet? I'm sorry, I got a little sleepy... does it smell like mint in here?—Vegard was putting on his shirt as he walked.— Have you been on the phone with Christophe? I got drunk on sleeping pills yesterday so that nothing would happen... a nightclub was open yesterday and there was a supermoon...—

— We have a lot of food left from yesterday's feast, sit down to breakfast. I had such a nasty feeling that Wentworth might be nearby somewhere… Maybe it's just a feeling...— Olga dials the number of her security guard. No matter how much food there was in the house, Vegard always wanted hot scrambled eggs in the morning. Huge, shiny with fat and bacon. Olga could not imagine eating without chocolate and chili.

— Our old man does not answer… Do you think he's sleeping or in the woods?— digging into the plate, Olga put a smartphone next to her, in which she had previously played a simulator of infecting the world.— At such moments, it's even bad that he doesn't have F******k...—

— I hope there is an old man… Do you think he will get rid of us so easily? —

***

Jordan almost bumped into someone in the supermarket this morning. He somehow managed to get out of bed today-all night he admired the moon in the open window. Supermoon is a rare event…

— Well, Jordan, did you sleep alone as always?— heavy hands fall on shoulders.

— Rrrr! Friedrich, well, you can't scare like that!—Helks almost drops the bag of avocados.— Where did you go yesterday? I was sitting alone in the Wave.—

— I don't like bars, you've known that for a long time, Joe. I drink wherever I have to, but I don't want to be in four walls...—his slanted brown eyes took on a sardonic expression.—Did you go there again because of her? —

— You're an asshole… I go there to relax, not... and Olga... Olga… She's both an angel and a demon to me...— speaking animatedly, Jordan did not notice how Friedrich thrust his cart into his hands as well.

— Do you eat often? Apparently, not often… I'll stay with you tonight and cook lunch and dinner worthy of a king!—

The carts filled up very quickly.

Ignoring almost everything, he saw Hannah carrying off two large bags of wild berries.

— I wonder what's wrong? Did the products begin to go out?—

— Oh, Jordan, have you started noticing anything? She's booking for her brother. He's not coming today...— Friedrich stepped aside, Hannah ran outside without even noticing the guys.

Jordan left the carts and ran to the entrance.

Christoph Jansen, covered in tears and dirt, was walking down the street. Such a healthy man was now fragile, defenseless. His shoulders were shaking from crying, droplets of tears were streaming down his face. Light brown hair turned brown from blood. Olga was also on the street.

Contemptuously pushing Hannah away, she led the man into her house.

— What's the matter with him? Drunk, or what?— it seems that the complexion has returned, but Jordan Helks was maniacally detached.

A little later he heard that someone had stolen a cow from the butcher's slaughterhouse. It's necessary! Take away a live cow…

After driving home, Jordan was tormented by the desire to laugh for a long time.

When he passed a snow-covered road with houses on one side and trees on the other, he saw a she-wolf among the snow-covered branches.

A blue-black beauty with bright green eyes looked down at him.

That look reminded him of someone.

And how beautiful she was...

Helx would have killed anyone who tried to offend this beautiful creature…