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Werecat Choice. Enrike Fluence
Читать онлайн.Название Werecat Choice
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isbn 9785005164193
Автор произведения Enrike Fluence
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Издательство Издательские решения
Marianne responded to the hug. He looked back over the girl’s shoulder, still wary of the appearance of the Werewolf.
The girl’s breath was hot and ragged.
“I’m glad I found you,” Marianne said, and looked into Junia’s face.
Her wide-open eyes seemed to glow green from within. The shape of the eyebrows, the nose – it was the old Junia. Only now there was a change in her face. It was neither fear nor surprise. Junia looked tired. Even exhausted. But the eyes are just as beautiful. Junia seemed to be smiling at him through them. The same Junia that Marianne remembered from school.
– He is dead? The girl asked in a trembling voice.
– I don’t think so. It looks like unconscious.
A new fright gripped Juniya.
– Oh my God! Oh my God! She murmured softly and sobbed.
– Let’s get out of here!
Marianne ran, pulling Junia by the arm, then letting her go ahead of him. He constantly turned around, afraid that Nero would catch up with them, but he was not behind. They ran along the snowmobile trail back to the tent camp. It was easier to run along the trail and, most importantly, faster, but Marianne did not want to return to camp. Five minutes later he held on to Juniya, and when she turned around, frightened and agitated, he croaked briefly, choking on the cold air:
– This way!
He was the first to step into a deep snowdrift.
Now they were running in a different direction. Marianne wanted to get as far as possible from Nero, his two friends, and in general from this place. Perhaps Nero has already contacted them by radio, and now the danger lies in wait in front and is catching up from behind. Turning aside, Marianne and Junia bought time and walked away from two chases at once.
At least that’s what Marianne thought. And in a critical situation there was no time to guess. You need to make decisions quickly. The leg at the site of the bite ached and ached. The jeans were soaked in blood. But Marianne tried to ignore it. The blood stopped flowing. This is good news. He will not leave a trail of blood and will not die from blood loss.
Marianne and Junia had been running for two hours. The guys were exhausted, their steps were getting slower. It was quiet in the forest. There was no chase. They ran away.
I had to take at least a short break, catch my breath, recuperate. The wounded leg was on fire. Marianne lifted his trouser leg and took a quick look at the wound. The bite site on the ankle was swollen, turned blue, the marks from the fangs turned dark red. Marianne was in pain as he walked. Junia was horrified at the sight of the wound.
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