Book: The fire wolf. Page 1

I myself sometimes don't know who I am. It's hard to live on the edge of the worlds. To be a wolf with wolves and a man with people. Especially when people see me as a wolf, and the wolf - man.

Of course, they were right. But I was a fool to listen to them.

Sitting in front of him, dark haired guy with the white animal fangs saddled, seemed the very brink of the worlds, the human world and the Forest world, his eyes were opened in both worlds at once. Those who are frightened and repelled by all someone else, saw in him only the animal half and was afraid of him, forgetting that the second half of it - human. He's not human and not wolf, he is both at once, and even Skorodum it was hard to take it in sense. And yet he blessed fate for this meeting, an open window over the edge of the worlds. Not everyone gets to meet such, and to understand - even less.

- Do not think that the old Stupidity does not know how to thank or his old neck doesn't bend. In the elderly neck often bend better than young, right?
He looked at Ornear with a sly grin - he guessed that his young interlocutor does not know how to bow.
Is a great art - also smiling, said Ogneyar. - He trained over the years, when you have no strength to hold a weapon.
- No, he can be trained before, if you don't like to put weapons in the course.

She wondered why had not experienced fear Onearm. Too much she believed Ogneyar - man, and now could not cease to consider him human. And this bestial hell quickly entered her mind, she was used to it, as if he had found a simple birthmark or lack of teeth, Milava was ready to fall in love with this strip of wool, too, as he loved his dark eyes, hot brown hands and even protruding upper teeth, who noticed before.

No, any answer is better than this uncertainty.
- And you... you're a werewolf? she asked. Voice did not obey her, and she spoke in a whisper.
- Yes, - calmly and firmly replied Ogneyar. He also wanted her to know. Better turn than the likes of not knowing.

All Strong Beasts the werewolves. Werewolves who are born beasts. Even if a human skin wear, then the spirit will remain in him the animal. And there are others. Born of the people. Those in the animal skins of the human mind and the human soul remain. Sometimes die of hunger and save. Most expensive - the human soul.

Now wolf family a little, and then only in the winter, and as a wolf will smell the fresh blood - he hits in the head, ancient memory awakens, and it seems to him that he is a hunter and behind him is a large genus. That's when he's happy. Because of him family.

Ogneyar pulled to touch his lips to her soft warm cheek, and his attraction to her was not the feeling that it used to cause other girls. It seemed to him not just a girl, and a bright spot, showing him the way to a warm and kind human world. That world which for twenty years was for him alone mother, Duchess Dobrowski. And Milava saw him as a man, and the beast within him was silent, huddled somewhere deep inside, frightened of affection in her gaze, as all evil is hiding from the eyes of Light horse.

- Fate! repeated Fir. - What do you know about the fate, my darling? I think the fate of the river - where it flows, and to sail? No, the fate of torture - that the well digging. You have water under the earth conductor - dig, and will with water. And the other is not - though he is a mile deep dig my will and left with nothing. And if you're living over the water to sit idly by - will remain empty, too.

Is he eager for battle, dreaming of Coroboree, about other lands? Nothing he didn't want to. Why would he want wealth, fame, himself a princely table? What do they cost without the beloved? And with it they are not needed. He had his own world, a small but deep and filled, he was in it comfortably, and it is not pulled into the unknown.

All mothers die and I will die. And people wolves have not done them gods love is given. First the mother likes, then the wife, the children remain. Not me - will you have a girlfriend. It will not give you a wolf to make.

Take your time - the fate can not catch up, and fate will not leave, and time itself will find.

If the person who for many years had fought beside you and sharing the bread with me, is suddenly a traitor is painful his death.