led them to the swamps. He led them to his patroness she-wolf. She ordered him to bring at least someone from the village. And these three, were very much like, nor, by the way, in his team now. These three runaways from the village doomed to death in the marsh are now the wilderness of the enemies. Enemies doomed to captivity and afraid to fall into the hands of partisans and soldiers of the Soviet army. Enemies trying to save their own skin, hiding there, where hardly anyone dares to come and look for them. Search here in this

swamp swamp. Almost impassable in the thickets of shrubs and windbreaks from the pines and birches that fell into the marsh mud and slush.

They were bursting through the swamped foam under the cries of those who died in the teeth of wolves on both sides in the depths of the swamp. Screams echoed throughout the forest. Cries for help. And the raven's cry throughout the forest. And I heard a wild roar and roar of someone who killed them here in this hellish forest. In a terrible, morning foggy after a torrential thunderstorm in the windbreaks of pines and birch.

These three were themselves German commander Günther Kogel, his adjutant Jürgen Waltraub and the policeman Pimple. Together with Dryka, they tried to hide in the Wolf's Lair.

Dryka led them here along a hidden path, which often went to this farm for the second year and brought someone from the village to feed the wolf. For almost two years, the order of the people has disappeared here.

Nobody knew about his secret walking with a bull from the whole area.

People disappeared in the swamps and no one was looking for them. When the fascists arrived, the local people were afraid to lean out of the house. Maximum to the garden and back by typing potatoes.

We noticed, of course, the disappearance of some villagers, but before the swamp no one had a foot. And so it was scary when the Nazis. The six were hanged and then three more. Who will be next? That did not climb wherever necessary. Everyone was thinking about themselves and their relatives.

And in the swamps, whole families disappeared from the edge of the village of Snizhnitsa and houses in the villages were empty. A few fascists are missing. The Germans tried to look for them in the area of ​​the Wolf Marshes, but did not find them. But no one knew that most of them had been drafted by the policeman Draka himself.

And now he led the next victim to be devoured. In a white fog crawling through the forest after the rain, he led two of them along the path between birch and pine trees straight to the Wolf Farm.

“Excuse me,” said Yergen Waltraub, Kogel's adjutant, in broken Russian. “The colonel asked you, what are these cries in the swamps?” It is a terrible place! - he, along with everyone, turned from side to side in fear, shivering himself, and directed the matched rifle towards animal and human screams along the sides of the marsh path along which Drak led them.

“It’s really an eerie place, but ober your colonel shouldn’t better go around with his Walter, or else he will dive into a quagmire or some kind of pit and remember his name.

- And why did you never say about Dryk about this path in the swamp, huh ?! - Pimple pissed him - Che you here all the time and ran, huh ?! When you could not find out in the village!

- Do not yell at all the swamp idiot! - already here Dryka commanded - Lure famously! Go and be quiet, then you will ask. And let the colonel not to worry, the place is deaf and deserted. No one from the village had visited him yet, and there he could be buried — he told Kogel's adjutant to transfer to him. And he explained in German to Kogel in a quick way that yes, like, they silently continued their route through the bog to the Wolf Farm.

***

She felt them. She knew they came. They came to drink his blood. Drink his newborn stomach. The stomach of a newborn wolf. The man who became a wolf. A person baptized with wolf blood. Wolf hybrid Wolf werewolf.

They were here. Passed through the impassable swamp.Her twin told the wolf that they were already in one of the three houses of the Wolf Farm.

They fled here from the village captured by the opposing troops. There were still shots and explosions coming from the Snezhnitsa. And the torrential rain stopped. It was morning. Early after rain and thunderstorms cool morning.

These runaway policemen and one German officer. They were brought by her trusted policeman who knows the way to her. She showed him the path, leading the police to the village from her territory and swamps. A woman who knows her. The policeman who became forced under the fear of her life is her ally. She saved him from the swamp as a soldier at the beginning of the war. He fell into these forests at the time of encirclement and was drowning, but she rescued him and he swore to help her. He had to follow the village and the Germans. German troops standing in the village with tanks posed a real danger to the wild marsh wolf and her lair.

He came to her. Came in secret to the marshes on this trail. The only wolf trail. The path of the forest marsh wolf. He informed her about everything that was happening in the village. And so he brought her lair of two to Wolf. They were not touched by anyone in the woods in those swamps werewolf wolf. It was necessary. This is how she wanted. They needed her, the mistress of the marshes.

- Both! - surprised Pimple uttered - Wow, see the Shooting Plane!

- That the aircraft did not see Pimple - he answered Drak.

- Yes, this is the messer, the downed lost German pilot - he looked past passing a fragment of Messerschmitt BF-109, which lay almost at the very swamp path. Where Dryka encountered two werewolves wolves.

- Shut up and go quietly, I said - again shouted at the Pimples of the Dryk - We need to get to the farm and the Germans bring.

And Pimple, as if he had not heard him - That means where he and the flyer somewhere in the swamp! Utopia, probably! Eh, I would have known before!

Dryka said to pass behind him going to shut the talker. Like, tired, yap! For miles heard.

The adjutant said something to the German lieutenant colonel Günter Kogel, and without hesitation, he shot several times from Walter to Pimple.

Dryka jumped up and turned around, startled by shots.

- Are you crazy, what? - He shouted - I told him to gag! - he watched as Pimple was swimming already dead in the marshland away from the path. And Kogel turned the gun to the Drik and said something quickly in German.

- The colonel said - Koke's adjutant explained to Dryke - Go silent yourself and don't look back.

Then Kogel put his Walther behind the belt and continued, following his adjutant, to walk among the pines and birch trees following policeman Dryke.

- Damn one is no longer! - he was indignant out loud - The she-wolf will be dissatisfied - he said, without noticing that he said it out loud.

- What are you saying? - asked Yergen Waltraub, Kogel's adjutant, who was walking behind him.

- BUT? What? - said Dryka confused.

“Something about eating wolves, Dryk,” said Yergen.

- Yes, there is nothing - Dryka answered, noticeably worried - Nothing. I just say you need to be faster in the wolf farm and all.

- It is clear Drik and not watching lies, but the commander-in-chief will not be satisfied with it - the adjutant of Kogel threatened to break the rifle in his direction with the barrel in front of the Shook in broken Russian Dryk.

They, now exceptionally silently, further and quietly, walked through the swamp in the morning mist. They all wandered to meet their immediate and terrible death. They themselves went to the teeth of a young werewolf wolf. Wolf became the owner of this swamp forest. The wolf is thirsty for the first time to taste and taste human blood.

***

This transformation. This whole body breaking. The restructuring of bones and organs. All korezhit and breaks. This is a real horror and hell. At first it is very painful, but then everything becomes commonplace. Especially the full moon while you

you will not learn to control your new acquisition or curse, or maybe even a gift. You can call it whatever you like.

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