“Listen, my friend,” she sat down on the floor and rubbed her forehead, “you have three options. Lose a paw, let me help you, or go to an evil vet. Choose.

The dog angrily plopped down on his ass and held out a bloody paw, baring his fangs.

"I remind you, I'll bite you back." She opened the bottle of disinfectant and looked seriously into the animal's eyes. "Straight into your pretty nose."

Ilona moistened the tufts of cotton wool and carefully applied it to the wound cut by the glass on the pad. A guttural growl escaped from the dog's chest, but instead of biting off the face of the impudent woman washing the wound, the beast convulsively licked its nose.

When only spots of pink ichor remained on the used tampons, Ilona tightly bandaged her paw and breathed a sigh of relief. Now it remained to feed the white eared orphan and the girl walked into the kitchen. She took out a frozen chicken from the refrigerator and wanted to put it in the microwave to defrost, but the guest's hungry whining stopped her.

How are you going to eat her? She looked doubtfully into his face.

The dog wagged his tail and licked his lips impatiently. Ilona removed the plastic bag from the chicken, and the fanged monster rudely stood up on its hind legs and literally knocked the icy carcass out of the girl’s hands with its forehead. The chicken fell on the tile with a thud, and the shameless dog began to lick it with a snarl. Ilona grimaced, twitched in disgust and disappeared into the bathroom, where she first wiped the walls and floor from dirt, and then dived under a hot shower.

“Damn.” She looked at the forlorn heap of tarnished towels in the corner near the toilet and went out into the corridor, where a contented dog was waiting for her.

He pricked up his ears, bowed his head and stared at Ilona's bare chest with surprise, which is usually unusual for dogs. The girl swallowed and slipped sideways into the small bedroom, but she didn't have time to close the door behind her. The impudent beast deftly slipped after her and again gazed at her nipples, fascinated, sticking out his tongue.

“Get out of here, you hairy pervert,” the girl snatched a towel from the closet and hurriedly wrapped herself in it.

The dog wagged his tail and limped towards her. Ilona backed away and hid behind the closet door, pulling soft pajama pants over her bare bottom.

- Get out! She peeked out the door. - To the place!

The dog wagged its tail lazily and jumped onto the bed. He clumsily burrowed under the covers and rested his head on the pillow with a grunt.

- Are you completely crazy? gasped Ilona, ​​dressing in a stretched T-shirt, and hissed. This is my place, not yours!

The dog yawned with its fanged mouth and closed its eyes. Ilona threw up her hands in confusion and went to the kitchen, where she angrily wiped the tiles from pinkish smudges. A furry dog ​​ate a frozen chicken, leaving no bones behind. What was Ilona thinking when she decided that it was a good idea to shelter a monster with a mouth that could chew through bones and ice?

It was already getting dark outside the window, and fatigue with a slight hangover fell on the girl. She drank a glass of water, nibbled on a ham sandwich, and trudged into her bedroom, where a fanged monster was snoring softly on her bed. She weakly shoved the insolent man onto the edge of the mattress and slipped under the covers. When Ilona fell into an anxious slumber, she fancied a wolf howl and strong male arms that tightly hugged her and pressed her to a hot body.

“Urur-rur-ru-ru,” someone whispered behind her head. “Ururu-ruru-rurrrr, serious lady.

Chapter 2

Ilona woke up from the fact that the dog carefully licked her face. He drooled over his cheeks, nose, forehead, and moved confidently to his lips. With a grunt, the girl pushed the furry monster away, but its mouth returned to her mouth again.

- Ugh! the girl snorted and hurriedly sat up, pushing away the loving dog, which grunted at the sleepy victim.

Ilona jumped away from him with a squeal and threw a pillow at the dog. The beast dodged, tumbled with a merry growl on the bed, and dropped to the floor. The girl gasped, realizing that the furry asshole should be taken out to relieve himself. She hurriedly rushed into the hallway to her backpack and fished her smartphone out of it to check the time. Someone loudly and demandingly knocked on the door, and the dog cowardly rushed back into the bedroom.

Ilona complained that the furry giant was a disgusting watchman and guard, and flung open the door. In the doorway stood a young man in faded jeans and a mustard calfskin jacket. He tousled his brown hair and smiled awkwardly.

— Hello.

“Hi,” Ilona said softly.

A smooth, regular face with a cute dimple on a wide chin broke into a predatory smile. The stranger's eyes were of different colors - the right light blue, the left dark brown. Heterochromia added frightening savagery and a certain infernality to the appearance of the bony guest.

“I came for Ree.” The boy bowed his head.

A discontented growl was heard from the bedroom, and the dog came out into the corridor, wagging its tail lazily.

This is your dog, right? Ilona looked back at the beast.

“Ree, buddy,” the guest shamelessly pushed the girl aside and stepped towards the dog, with which he poked his forehead into his open palm.

The guy squatted down, patted the animal by the ears and hugged him tightly:

“Mother will kill us,” he chuckled, burying his nose in the thick fur on the animal’s neck. “He will skin me with his own hands.” How did I screw up, you fluffy asshole. I've been looking for you all night.

The visitor anxiously took the purring dog by the wounded paw and frowned as he unwound the bandage. He carefully inspected the healed pad and tossed the ichor-stained dressing aside.

“Wow, the wound healed so quickly,” Ilona gasped in amazement, “just like on a dog.”

The dog purred angrily, and the guest looked back at the girl:

“It's not a dog, Pinky.

“My name is Ilona,” the girl crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's a wolf, Pinky," the insolent man smiled broadly.

“Good joke,” I frowned.

“She's funny,” the guest laughed mockingly again and looked into Ree's eyes. - Washed a huge wolf with strawberry shampoo, and you could bite off her face for such impudence. You smell like chewing gum now.

The beast snorted and grunted in agreement, as if complaining about Ilona. The boy laughed, patted him by the ears, and rose to his feet.

“It is forbidden to keep wild animals here,” the girl squeaked, peering fearfully into the muzzle of the animal, and turned her gaze to the guest. - I would…

She reached into her smartphone and searched the Internet for photos of white wolves. After long minutes of studying pictures of wild animals, she pressed herself against the wall with a groan and stared blankly at the guest:

- Horrible.

“If he didn’t gobble you up, Pinky,” the guy bowed his head, “it means he likes you.” It's probably your hair. He loves all kinds of bright colors.” He held out his hand. - I'm Thomas. For girls who love pink, Tommy.

Ilona looked doubtfully at the wide palm and shook it timidly. The boy swept her into his arms and sucked in the air noisily around her neck.

- Did you sniff me? - I froze in a suffocating embrace.

You are ovulating, right? the guest whispered hotly into the ear of the astonished girl, who, with a frightened screech, escaped from the grip and jumped away from the impudent one.

- What the hell?! She grimaced under the scoundrel's laughter.

“That’s the whole secret of the fluffy asshole’s sympathy for the first person he meets,” the guy yawned bored and looked with condemnation at the grumbling Ree, who bashfully turned his face away from the frightened Ilona. - Let's go home, bitch.

The beast looked wistfully at the girl and trudged after Thomas, weakly wagging its tail. Ilona slammed the door with a loud thud, closed the lock at full speed and slid down to the floor in quiet horror. There was a muffled farewell howl and Thomas' loud laughter.

“Ree, that’s just a regular bitch in heat.” Don't be dramatic.

Next time, she will think very carefully before dragging a stray dog ​​into the house, because there is too much chance that the lost one will turn out to be a wild wolf, followed by another equally creepy monster in frayed jeans.

Ilona looked longingly at the dirty footprints on the floor and crawled on all fours into the bathroom for a rag. Not only did they frighten her to white spots before her eyes, they also trampled the entire parquet floor! And where do these dorks just climb? From the forest? No manners or upbringing.

— Il! Ilosha! came a polite knock and Margo's worried voice. - How is the dog?

The girl opened the door and with unconcealed surprise looked at the huge bowl of raw meat in the hands of the old woman, who immediately slipped into the apartment.

“They took the dog,” Ilona rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand and threw the rag into the corner. - Thirty minutes ago.

— Yes, how is it? Margot sighed indignantly and put the bowl on the chest of drawers with an angry thud. And I brought him food! You probably didn't feed him!

“Yes, and it was not a dog,” Ilona stretched her neck and lower back. - A wolf.

- And what should I do with the treat? Margot ignored the important information about the cute dog and pointed to the bloody bowl. - I ran early in the morning to the butcher and begged for scraps, and the dog had already been taken away! Shameless! How could you give it away?

She picked up a bowl of meat and left the bewildered Ilona, ​​who was firmly convinced that the mischievous old woman did not like animals. She seems to be very bad at understanding people.

“By the way,” Margo stuck her gray head through the gap between the door and the jamb. Why aren't you at work?

“They fired me,” the girl clicked, looking over her shoulder at the old woman.

“What good news, Ilosha! Help me with the flower beds tomorrow. We need to transplant flowers in the yard.

- But…

“No buts,” Margot frowned. “You still have nothing to do. My back and arms hurt. And if you argue, I'll raise the rent.

“A weighty argument, of course,” Il laughed. - Do you have choppers and shovels in there?

“You offend me,” Margot gasped and disappeared.

Well, digging in the ground under the strict supervision of an old woman is any better than suffering on the couch or getting drunk in a bar. It is beneficial to be friends with Margot - she rents apartments much cheaper than other misers in the area.