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Maria put a lot of effort into getting into Bjorn's mind. Poisoned by something incomprehensible, he burned.

The vampire felt the snow not melting under her.

The cold is all around.

Heart... Her heart is still beating!

White as a shadow, in a black hoodie, he bends over her.

— Who are you?—he asks.

Maria, due to blood loss, could not make out what kind of language it was.

The vampire bends down and her long hair touches her face.

— I haven't met anyone who smells like that yet... Royal blood...— the white-haired Swede whispers softly.

Platinum sparkles in the sun.

— Do you want to live? —

The fangs shine.

Maria hugs him to herself. Blood fills the golden-haired guy's mouth.

— Live if you want to live...— a purring voice sounds sweet.— If you want to fight, live... And if you don't want to fight...—

He's stuck at the very beginning!

Maria tried to get up.

Flash.

All black is around now.

— Bjorn!— the vampire called her creator.

Even sounds echo here.

Maria steps forward.

Barn. Dark and cold.

Once he and Bjorn had seen such structures, it seems that fallen fighters were burned in them.

Maria pushes the boards and goes forward.

— Bjorn!— she switches to Swedish in hails.— Are you here?—

— Who are you?— a frantic hail.

He's sitting here. Scared, dirty, smelling of the blood of his murdered brothers.

— Bjorn, you have to wake up. The real world is waiting for you... What happened?—Maria sat down next to Bjorn and reached up to his face, ran her hand through the tangled strands of gold-colored hair.

— I... I don't know... Maria... am I... am I dreaming??—The Swede rubbed his eyes. It seems that his appearance changed for a second.

— Wake up... Wake up...— Maria pulled the creator to her.— Wake up... I do not know what happened, but we really need you...

She moved closer to her creator and pressed her lips to his.

No one will see here ...

A flash lit up everything around ...

Olga leaned on her sword.

From the heavily escaping breath, the whole body burned, but the strength in the wolf was still there.

There's blood everywhere.

The defeated enemy lies at her feet.

It smells like blood. Victory. Power.

— Wow...—The redhead sighed.

At that moment, the lock that Olga had used to block the doors broke.

— Olga!—Vegard jumped up to his beloved and wrapped her in his arms.— I understand that you are a warrior, but don't ever try to scare me like that again! Olga... What I didn't think just now! —

— Holy man...—Karsten smiled crookedly.— Vegard... You're still the same saint!—

A simultaneous nervous laugh slipped from both of them.

— You don't need to be alone... We will be together in this case ... —

***

Wentfort, or rather the second part of it, got to the alchemical laboratory.

It is unknown where his half has gone, but the forces have already become not the same, not the split is to blame...

Olga is much stronger now.

The man takes out potions one by one, reads the tags and drinks some. They burn inside, but it doesn't hurt that much anymore.

The bloody witch was killed, but she left him a good arsenal.

Paws increase in size, golden veins appear on the skin.

He is bursting with strength, torn apart by strength in different directions.

A pebble from the crown, which lies in this residence, fell and split into small pieces ...

the man's body began to change.

— Olga! Oooooolgaaaaaaa!—the creature growled with such bitterness...

***

Bjorn suddenly jumped up, almost knocking the lamp over the narrow little bed with his head.

— Oooh... Rise and shine!—Olga quipped.

— Was I dead or something?— asked the Swede, looking around in fright at everyone sitting there.— The witch... I finished off the Bloody Witch! I remember that...—

— So it was she who gave us the sunlight?—Maria asked.

— She was in league with Wentworth. And ... — the blond stretched his neck, arched his back, feeling his limbs crunch.— I saw one place... Where's the map?—

Callum reached for the glued sheet:

— Here, here.—

White fingers ran over the pictures, Bjorn closed his eyes.

—Hell, no, not here... Or not... Maybe here... Here! Yes! It is!— the Swede suddenly shuddered from his own cry.— This is the place I saw... There can be no doubt...—

— Do we need to go there?—Callum asked.— There's nothing there, after all! Empty! —

— There is something there. A new object. A new point on the map...—Bjorn said softly.

***

The trailer began to shake on bumps.

— The axle will break on the rocks if we don't straighten it!—Stefan shouted angrily.— Friedrich, stop it! Otherwise we'll have to walk further!—

— Oh...— Christophe got under the trailer with a flashlight.— And the kid is smart! The beam really almost ruined our lives... Now I can fix it if only for a little while...—

Stefan froze, rolling his eyes in complete shock.

— Father... Did you tell him?—He turned angrily.

— No, my dear Bambi... Maybe he heard it by accident...—Bjorn was looking at his fingers. It seemed to him that something was wrong with him after all.—Don't frown, my little Bambi...—

— Which vampire is hungry? On the side of the road drunk company in the car.—Friedrich said, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.— Just such a case, as if just for you. —

— Nah. This is if only for those who have an irrepressible appetite and don't care who they have. Ugh, the youngsters are cute!—Maria said with disdain.

— Is there any difference?—Olga asked, perplexed.

— Youngsters have blood like cheap whiskey - there is a taste, whatever it is, but it has almost no saturation...—

Friedrich whistled.

— I would not say that I can compare, but the difference is felt now...— he said.— I really need to stretch my paws, otherwise I won't stand it...—

Olga nodded at the door.

— Just don't go too far!— she said after him.

— Can I come with you?Jordan asked quietly.

— Whoof! And why is that?—The man looked at him angrily with narrow eyes.— Werewolves are not a circus for you! —

— Friedrich... You are welcome... I really want to see...—

Friedrich jumped into the snow and immediately stood on all fours.

Jordan was taken aback for a second: a thin, elegant black wolf with slanted bright blue eyes was looking at him.

Helks sat down on the snow:

— Oh... I won't forget it already...—

***

Friedrich straightened up and climbed the tree.

Such incredible happiness, such joy to be able to just be yourself!

The guy squirmed a little in the snow with pleasure, raising his paws up.

— Can you speak in this guise?—Jordan walked over to him.

Friedrich responded to this with a little angry yapping.

— Yeah! I've ruined everything for you. You're relaxing here, and the man is pestering you...— Helks struggled with a stupid desire for a long time and still stroked each other's fur.

Friedrich immediately turns back into a human.— I'm not a fucking dog!—

— I'm sorry ... —

***

Bjorn was writing something down in his notebook for a long time, he hadn't raised his head for a very long time.

— What are you doing?—Vegard asked.

— Don't bother!—the vampire muttered.— I'm busy...—

— All right...—Vegard sat down next to Olga.— Are we going to train in pairs?—

The redhead stared into the void.

— Olga!—Vegard shook his beloved by the shoulders.

— He is... Here...—the woman said softly.— Call Friedrich, we need to run away and faster!—

Vegard ran out and, accidentally lowering his eyes, kicked the trailer.

The wheels were torn to shreds, the crumpled tires were lying on the side.

Vegard's eyes became round with horror - something like the middle between a wolf and a bear was rushing at them.

Only this creature is hundreds of times scarier than other animals in the whole world.

The claws were several tens of centimeters long, the huge pumped-up paws were attacked a couple of times by Christophe's hammer, but it seems that the monster didn't care about it.

Jansen barely dodged the creature's paw. My chest burned, my eyes darkened for a second.

Christophe turned into a wolf, jumped and grabbed the most disgusting muzzle with his teeth.

Bjorn, Maria and Olga also arrived in time.

Vegard took aim with one of the amulets.

— Christophe! Jump away from him!— he shouted.— I'll hit you - you'll rot! —

A wave of a giant paw - and finnish flies off against the trunk of a tree, closing his eyes.

Whether he was alive or not was not clear now.

The use of the amulet made Vegard's eyes darken.

The man takes aim again. Uneven stone facets collected unprecedented rays, twisted handle heats up and takes the energy of the owner of the amulet.

The fur was falling off after the first shot hit the shoulder.

Olga jumped up and cut the monster's head in half.

His body fell into the slush and began to change, to turn into a man back.

— I'm coming for you... I'm coming for you... I'm coming...—Wentworth's face, cut in two, croaked before he died.

Olga ran her sword through the snow, wiping off some of the blood.

— Someone has to find tires and gasoline...— she shivered, wrapping herself more tightly in her clothes.

— No problem. I'll check around.—Stefan said.