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Werecat Choice
Enrike Fluence
© Enrike Fluence, 2020
ISBN 978-5-0051-6419-3
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Enrike Fluence
Werecat’s Choice
Marianne learns that she is the bearer of the Beast in her blood. He is a werewolf, and the hunt has already begun for him.
Going on an exciting journey through the snow-covered country of werewolves, Marianne does not even know who she will meet on her way and what to experience, what choice to make. What if this is where he meets true love?
Each person is beautiful in their own way, but seeing this is akin to art
Enrike Fluence
When I close my eyes, I see a red rose in the snow. Is it a rose? And also a beautiful bud covered with frost. A flower unknown to me, but very beautiful. I look at him and feel a rush of blood and warmth in my chest, near my heart. An unusual feeling. The contemplation of this flower excites me and warms me. I cannot let it freeze, turn into a fragile ice block of sharp ice.
Unearthly wonder at my feet, and another miracle of going on inside me.
In spite of winter
Grow out of the heart
Butterfly wings
Basho
Chapter 1. What is hidden inside
He walked over to the ajar door and froze on the threshold.
– Ah, Marianne Benton! Come on in, young man. Have a seat. We will have a serious conversation. Close the door behind you. And unfortunately, bad news awaits you.
Marianne closed the door, walked over and sat down on the indicated chair. If at first, when he was summoned to Director Defoster’s office, Marianne was surprised and wondered on the way what the reason for his visit was, now he felt uneasy. And the next words of the director were stunned.
– Tell me, have you had nightmares in recent days?
Marianne looked straight into the headmaster’s eyes. But he didn’t ask. He knew.
“You’ve never seen such nightmares before, and they scare you a lot. Something huge bursts out inside you, but does not find a way out. It almost chokes you and breaks your heart.
Marianne opened his mouth in amazement. That was exactly what he had dreamed the night before last. This is what prevented sleep today. Marianne woke up drenched in sweat, it was hot and stuffy. And most of all I was afraid of fear, which came from nowhere. He did not fall asleep again and lay in bed until morning with his eyes open, fearing the return of an incomprehensible feeling. “Does the director want to ask me about my dreams?”
Defoster ran his hand over his long gray beard and, not taking his keen eyes off the young man, said:
– The reason for these dreams lies in you. These are your muscle cells. Now they begin to behave differently. They begin to “develop” in a different way.
Marianne did not understand what the director was talking about. In the last physical education lesson, he did not really lean on simulators. He played football with his classmates. Most likely, this was one of the useless lessons in the cognitive sphere, but the most anticipated one. On it one could fool around a lot without fear of getting a reprimand.