The skin tingles with wool, which still cannot come through. By an effort of will, I hold back the reincarnation: if I become a wolf, then an iron collar will strangle me.

OOOO Lunaaaaa… I can’t take it anymore…. This is a terrible, raw torture…

- Pusssstiiiiii - I hiss, grabbing with one hand, what else can move, in the iron around my neck.

Cloud moves to the legs and cuts through the denim first. From the pain in my hand, I don’t even understand when he begins to draw stripes on my bare skin with a knife.

Sooooolnoooooo….OOO Lunaaaa….

I don’t know a single prayer, but right now I...