Chapter 79

Ivan first spat out a bunch of words in Russian, which sounded very harsh, and then…

“Damn son of a bitch!” he shouted, furious. “WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?”

“That I could make her stop being afraid,” the other blurted out, point blank. “It was what she wanted to hear, and what no one could tell her. I told her I was a specialist. That I could get rid of you, and that little creature that you forced her to give birth to.”

A pained yelp escaped the white wolf’s throat, a moan as full of pain as if he had been hit directly in the wound. I know, because I felt a terrible stitch in my own chest, and I would have liked to scream like him; his suffering touched me very closely, it made me angry, it infected me like a disease. I wanted to support Ivan.

I wanted to help him. I had to do it, somehow, anyhow!

“Did you show her your other form?” asked the white wolf, almost without a voice.

“Not as you think. I needed her to believe that I was an ordinary guy an