- Come and sit next to my daughter - said that man loudly - She chose you.

- Who chose - asked Dmitry with a surprised look and sat down next to the bench standing next to the table next to that beautiful girl who followed him.

He liked her, and it was immediately noticeable. And that man noticed it. Dmitry looked at her. On a pretty face young no older than twenty babes. In her beautiful brown with yellowish loving girlish eyes. And he looked at the same very young men and women who were standing in this room now, who had already followed him here and stood some distance from the table again at the door.

- Like! - He asked him directly and immediately.

- What? - Dmitry asked with a shiver in his voice. He was not afraid of anything before. No people, no beasts. No war and even death, but it was really creepy here.

- Daughter like? - repeated the man.

- Yes - Dmitry answered, having already gathered and trying to drive away fears - I like it very much.

“It was she who saved you from death,” the man answered. “She took care of you and you belong to her now.” And now belong to us. You now belong to this forest and all that is here. Nothing daughter - said the man - Forest Mother approved your marriage and I agree. Lead him to the bathhouse - and the man rose from the bench and from the table. He was huge. Healthier than anyone present. Among which were no less healthy. But he was, nevertheless, healthier even them. He got up from the table with a screech of it, shoving him away like a feather and walked past the standing boys and girls to the exit from the big old log house. It was audible that the floorboards from the thick plank creaked under his feet and sagged.

Dmitri suddenly felt dizzy. Somehow without any even painful symptoms. He rocked, and it seemed to him that he was falling. Falls straight from the bench to the floor. But suddenly he was in a girl's tight embrace. The girl picked him up and kept her fall.

“What's wrong with me,” he said, dropping to the floor, on all fours.

“Nothing nice,” said the young girl, quite still. “This is wolf saliva in your body.” Go faster with me to the bath.

Dmitry forgot about everything. After what happened to him now, he no longer thought about anything. He was getting worse and worse. He could not come to his senses and the girl hugged him, pinning him as a valuable acquisition for himself, loved him, pressed him with indescribable joy and self-love. She lifted him off the bench and, before the eyes of the others, led him out of the house into the street. Having gone down with him from the threshold, and accompanied by the glances of all who came from the house behind her and to them and those who stood in the courtyard on the street, the girl led him through the vast courtyard to

another log building. There, at her very threshold, they were met by another who was younger than a young girl. But also very

beautiful. He suddenly recognized the one that carried him. Something turned on in the memory. It was she who bit him. He saw her face. The face of this woman. Already dying, he saw for a moment her face in the face of the gray wolf that rushed at him. As if someone had specifically shown this female face. And Dmitry remembered it. And it was rather her daughter, who was waiting at the bath.

Then this call that he heard and that tree and that woman, so similar to her, surrounded by werewolves. And he himself, as a future werewolf at her behest, came to this hamlet, where she stood by the fence.

Then she stood alone on that deserted farm. He then, in the form of an animal, approached her, and she led him to her house and that was all. And he remembered nothing more.

Dmitry realized that she was the owner of this farm. But who was the one at the tree in the pack of wolves, which showed the way to the wolf farm to him. And he, already obeying her order, came here.

Having responded to the call, Dmitry, then turned to a wolf for the first time, as in a dream, he walked toward her. To his current mistress and mistress of this farm. To her queen of this swamp forest. There, in that ancient tree, he with the spirit of this forest made an alliance of flesh and blood. Being turned into a werewolf by saliva by a wolf, under the auspices and supervision of the ancient forest spirit, he came to his future mistress and mistress of this ancient farm, given away to her now both for himself and for his daughter.

And she took it. She accepted, obeying that forest Deity, the patron of the marsh wolves.

She took to her house under the supervision of her daughter. He came to her at night. Weak and exhausted. He came as a man, completely naked and dirty. And having wiped it hastily, she put him to bed.

There was not a single scratch on it, but he was losing his strength and dying. Baptized by the saliva of a wolf, he would not have stretched until the morning.

***

“Everything will be fine, my prodigal my son,” she said, and smiling, she put her hands on Dmitry’s now weakened body to her seemingly weak female shoulders and carried him inside herself into another log house low from the ground. She took him to the bathhouse. And he forgot about everything. I didn’t even ask why there was a bath at night.

Dmitry wanted to babble, but he failed. He only stared sideways with clouded, lethargic, as if drunk eyes at this forest

a young beauty, resting her chin on a girl's young shoulder, her head falling from weakness. And clinging to his cheek to the dark blond hair woven into a long braid up to the most flexible belt of a beautiful woman, he looked at the forest stranger he liked. On the same as her daughter, who now stood and walked behind them, sweeping their tracks with a birch besom. They were very similar to each other. Almost by one face, only the daughter's hair was lighter than the mother.

They did both, an old nightly rite of some kind.

Dmitry felt hot female heat. Warmly from her close young maiden body. She was older than Dmitry, but how far it was impossible to determine, but it was clear who was the daughter of them and who was the mother by the treatment of each other.

“Mark, mark and don't look at us,” she told her daughter, who was walking behind them, to her forest wolf.

She hugged him like a mother. Mother, whom he had not seen since childhood. He did not know what mom is since childhood. To some extent he was still a child. Although it was a military pilot. Dmitry kept in himself, the childhood home and childhood and the sense of separation, he carried his whole life. That's why he so much to the children, and they were drawn to him.

Dmitry lacked this childhood, which he did not get to the end. The war took him away completely.

- Mama! - Dmitry groaned like to that forest Goddess of that large marsh tree, and the wolf hugged the woman - Mom! I love you! Hear mom!

- I love you too my son! Said the she-wolf and brought it in, holding him on his limp, weakening legs in the waiting room. And her daughter closed the door behind them, also entering inside the bath, she threw a broom through the fence behind the bath.

“This is my favorite here — she gently told Dmitry and seated him on a bench in the bath room.”

- What are you doing mom? - he, weakening all stronger, asked her.

- It is necessary to wash away all my boy’s past from you - the young mother wolf answered - Wash off the past and leave the present.

- And what is the past - he asked her, already remembering poorly that he was even very recently.

- Mom - asked excitingly, the daughter of the mother - He will not die?

- Will not die - her mother replied - If you do not ask more questions. Help faster. We must catch the standing Moon, do what we are doing now. It needs her. Our goddess. And our Father. Undress him and undress himself. Water with a wolf's key is ready. Everything is ready for the rite.

She threw the bed duvet off Dmitry. And bare it all. Her eyes flashed yellow and curiosity of a woman .... Read more →