8

Suddenly everyone froze.

Now time itself seemed to have stopped.

Olga, covered in blood, walked to the pack in the snow.

— I am your leader now!—she screamed.

One of the older werewolves, who looked more like a rat, raised his voice:

— And how do you prove it? —

Olga exhaled noisily.

In a brain trembling with fatigue, an extremely painful thought arose that she had forgotten to do a super important thing.

Pulse. It was necessary to check the pulse!

Vegard was sitting on a large car and scrubbing a long knife in the shape of a cross from blood.

Olga felt her breathing quicken.

— He's there, his corpse is still there... The corpse...—thoughts were pounding in head with an accelerated heart rate.

— Bring us Wentworth's head!—someone else from the werewolves said.

— We're going to the trailer.—Olga said to her daughter very quietly.

— Hah, your whole life is one lie, Olga Valdez!—Ratface said.

Having thrown one of a small number of stun grenades, Olga ran with everyone to the trailer.

Everyone turned and ran as fast as they could after a gang of vampires and werewolves.

Someone managed to jump on Bjorn.

The vampire's bones cracked, and a piece of wood stuck into the werewolf's throat.

— Friedrich, open up!—Olga kicked the doors and they immediately swung open.

With a push from the vampires, everyone flew into the trailer with the speed of the wind.

Olga slammed her fist against the wall.

— Ma, be careful! If you make a hole in the wheelbarrow out of your anger, it will be bad! They will have a chance to make a hole in us!—Maria said.— Move here, I'll patch you up! My meeting with blood is more effective than yours!—

She began to lick her mother's wounds like a dog.

Stefan hugged Bjorn to him, kissed the top of his head and stroked his platinum-white hair.

— Be patient, we'll find someone and I'll knock him out... People are just fucking cattle...—Stefan whispered.

— What do you and Bjorn have in common?—Vegard asked, burying something in his wound.

— This is my dad. I was shot in the back by a German with a pistol, and he eventually bit me. But I could be about eighty or ninety now!— the guy smiled dreamily into the void.—But now I'm seventeen forever... And I'm glad... Life is fun if you're a monster...—

On the road, when the houses appeared, the guy asked to stop the car.

A drunk man drags a youngster by the hand. Here it is!

— Mister, do you know how old this girl is? I would ask you to let her go.— the English came out a little clumsy, but Stefan chose not to pay attention to his strong Swedish accent.

Hair devoid of pigmentation flashed in the light of the lantern, and in the eyes of the boy the man saw such horror that made him petrify...

His heart ached...

— No, don't lose consciousness...— the eyes turned red.— Bastards bastard death...—

— I'll get out, get rid of the body.—Bjorn said.— I always have everything with me for this.—

He jumped off the edge with the corpse in his hands and, putting the body on the ground, shook the beetle out of the bottle onto the corpse, the Swede calmly sat on the edge of the side and waited.

A corpse without blood gradually disappears.

— What?— Bjorn turned to look.— There's nothing to worry about, it's just a scarab!—

This picture was not very pleasant, but everyone watched and waited.

— How can a scarab eat so much? One tiny scarab!—Christophe asked, helping to shovel off something left over.

They raced so fast that Espoo, the forest, and the whole of Finland were left in the distance, probably it will be very far away.

— My homeland is not very far away... It's like something inside is warming up...— Bjorn got up on the track.

Gray eyes stared into the distance.

— I have an idea!—Stefan suddenly exclaimed.

— Baby, I'm very often afraid of your ideas. Think a few times before you say it.— a car drove by and Bjorn jumped away.

— Damn it!—Maria looked after the truck.— This beauty could get rid of you!—

Someone howled loudly, drowning out the usual noises coming from the forest.

The pack. It's clearly some kind of pack running here now.

Bjorn began to retreat from the forest path, covering the other vampires with himself.

Stefan seemed to hiss.

One of the werewolves turned back into a human at the very border of the forest and the road.

The fact that he was plastered with snow hid the fact that he was completely naked.

— Wait, Olga Karsten! Don't run away! There are still those who are fighting on your side! We are for you!— he shouted.—And we've never opposed vampires! The meaning of all beings in the world is equal, no one can be destroyed just like that!—

— I will not be able to trust anyone!—Olga shouted back.

The werewolf got down on his knees and bowed in front of her.

It's like she's already a queen.

The Queen of the North...

***

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, apparently, has already become an expert in how not to stain everything with blood when you feed on people.

He is very attentive to details and traces, like a little wolf cub.

— Isn't he dead? Is he alive?—Olga suddenly asked into the void.

The car stopped.

Friedrich, catching what was there in the snow, swore in German.

— Did he use a split?—Maria looked out of the window.

— Well, then we all p... —

Bjorn turned to her angrily - he didn't like swearing in principle.

— Well, the end, the end...— the vampire lowered her eyes.

Olga dipped her hand into the red-brown slime and, kneading it between her fingers, sniffed it.

— Ugh! It smells like... judging by the warmth, he did it not so long ago, but now... When it's impossible to track it even by servants...—The red—haired woman sighed.

— It's nothing... Randy! Chad!— the same adult-looking man called and the tallest of the werewolves called the young guys.— Take a good sniff of this thing and run to the smell!—

— And I still haven't asked what your name is...—Olga said suddenly.

— Callum. I am an outcast of the American pack, the stepson of the chief...—

— And what is a "split"?—Jordan asked Maria in a whisper.

— You know less, you sleep better.—The vampire smiled, flashing her sharp fangs.