was without underwear and completely barefoot. She spread out in front of Dmitry standing in her complete shameless nudity, a long thick darker color compared to her daughter's blond hair in her waist-length and scattered her hair, wearing a mermaid over her female shoulders. And soon, before Dmitri stood a completely naked young girl, very beautiful in every sense of the word. All completely naked and right in front of him. Flashing over the girl's crotch hairy pubis and full beautiful quivering in breathing with protruding nipples breasts.

She and her young daughter, who, too, undressed, do not hesitate or how much the presence of a man. As incredibly beautiful as her mother, she also dismissed her lighter long thick braid and also hung her hair around.

She and her mother, a she-wolf, also picked up a completely nude Dmitry under her arms and lifted her gently and dragged her inside the bath.

Dmitry almost lost his landmark and lost consciousness. He was already disconnected and could not understand what was happening to him.

He realized that she did it. She somehow influenced him. And made intentionally and on purpose. Her that wolf bite. She tasted his blood and let her in with the saliva of the wild wolf into Dmitry's body. I let in something wild and predatory. While uncontrollable and tormenting him.

This is now a rite. Some kind of rite or dedication. A secret ritual and they perform it as a priestess.

“My saliva can kill him if we don’t have time,” said the mother wolf. “There was no such thing with other converts.” They either died immediately in agony.

or they were reborn as werewolves at once. And this, thinking of his own death, fights for life without knowing it. His human body resists me.

“He is special,” said her daughter.

- Yes - mother wolf replied to her - So said our Mother Goddess of this forest.

- Mom - Dmitri said already barely audibly, losing consciousness again for a second.

- Yes, my dear, my - she answered him - Do not leave us soon. We will have time my dear. We have time to bring you into your wolfhouse. We will have time - she laid Dmitry on the boardwalk in the bathhouse itself - Close the door to the daughter - she told the she-wolf's daughter - And help me. He is now ours as our Goddess said. He is now, as we are also a wolf. I turned the wolf. And the father of the forest also accepted him. He is now our common concern daughter. Pour water and give brooms. It is necessary to wash away from him all the past and the human.

***

Dryka leaving Pimples, turned again to the swamps. While there was a dark summer moon and starry night, and he had to be at the appointed

place He, cautiously bending down with his tall, slim figure, hurried along the tall weeds towards the Wolf Farm. His black overcoat, a policeman with an armband, an white bandage “In the service of the Wehrmacht,” flashed in the dark with a black ghost along the swamp and along the path that he had known only since the time he began working on it. When he owed her a wolf her life.

She told him to come to her. He was called again by that ghost of a wolf. Even before this swamp fateful for the headman of their village of hunting. She then went to him, but the headman arranged in the weeds on the edge of her forest to hunt her. She again needed something from him, and he did not argue, but only carried out, silently her instructions.

- Damn forest bitch! - Drak silently cursed in the darkness of the swamp forest. Slipping his boots through the swamp fluid, he made his way past the birch trees and

pine trees in almost complete dark night. He knew the road perfectly and confidently moved along it.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. He drowned out front-line shots far from the village, and lightning flashed somewhere on the horizon.

- Heck! - again swore to himself out loud and loudly Dryk - Even in the downpour there was not enough.

On the horizon, a big black rain cloud was gathering. She quickly walked to the marsh, wolf forest, and to the village of Snizhnitsa.

Dryka hurry as he could. He did not want to fall under the rain and at least managed to take cover on the Wolf Farm. He walked hurriedly through the swamp in the dark and saw the remains of some plane. Cut off next to

Wing trail wing burnt plane with torn chassis and tail piece with a swastika. Dryk pulled out a flashlight and began to shine on the wreckage of the aircraft. Crows screamed overhead.

It was Messerschmitt BF-109 F-4, the German who was killed about that German ass Schonker spoke to Kogel. But no one sent him to the swamps. His fate was clear with the explosion of the fighter.

Dryka saw an airplane engine near the path.

Hefty, almost completely drowned by gravity in the swamp. With curved propeller blades.

- Here you are where the heavenly bird - said Dryk - But I will not tell anyone about you.

And it was clear. Otherwise, the Dream will have to tell everything, and who knows how it will end for him. But one thing is clear that it is not in his favor.

“You’ll have to find your host in vain,” he said, and he saw a huge black silhouette in the night, covered with thick fur, facing the Drake’s pine tree and next to the werewolf of the werewolf wolf.

From under his feet at the same moment, a sleepy partridge, frightened by him, flew out. He got scared and swore at the bird. Dryka already recoiled to the side and almost fell into the swamp. He shone a flashlight at the silhouette and saw eyes glowing with yellow light. They looked at Dryku and the beast growled. Dryki shook his knees.

He was standing over the remains of a man in a burnt military uniform. More precisely what is left of him. It was a stump of the upper body in the form of a German pilot. It was visible on the chest stripe of the eagle and on the neck burned by fire under the head of the tunic burnt to the bones in the buttonhole iron cross. There were no hands and legs with the lower part of the German were not known where. Somewhere in the swamp.

The beast growled stronger at Dryku, squinting against his torchlight.

- Che, you stood rooted to the spot! - Draka heard a loud indignant voice behind his back and started at the crouching legs. He gently turned his head and turned on the path half to the side who said this to him. It was a feminine young voice. And he saw a young girl behind her back, completely and shamelessly naked and with snow-white hair disheveled across her breasts and back. The maiden's face was in someone's blood. Everything was smeared and the blood flowed over her bare, protruding girlish breasts and body. She walked over to the Dryk and looked at the light, the same burning yellow fire with a predatory one, like the werewolf's eyes standing in front of the pine tree on two wolf legs.

- I go to the mistress of the farm - he said, trembling with the wild fear of the Dryk that was rushing at him - She - swallowed from a lump in the throat of the Dryk and repeated - She must see me that night - he could hardly say it to her.

- Well, duck, go where you were going! - she answered him rudely with a quiet roar and pushed the policeman with her hand in the back - There are all sorts of things without asking! - again said bloody blood apparently this torn and

hacked by the propeller of the enemy aircraft of the German pilot and showed a hand away at the Dryku - go away, and do not look back!

He, trembling with horror on his legs, trembling and crushing his legs, walked carefully away from her and past the werewolf standing by the pine.

Only now, Dryka saw in his paws a leg of a German uniform riding-up torn off in a boot in a torn-up leg of a German breeches torn in rags and a human leg burnt with fire. He saw the beast thrust its fangs into its teeth like wedges and tore out a piece of flesh. He turned away from the policeman walking past him and walked over to the naked young girl. She whispered something to them in their beast, only in a language they understood, and they looked again at the departing Dryk.

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