“We are different,” he interrupted rather sharply. “We only have fire power in common,” I lit a fire in my palm. - How would you explain? I added, looking at the dancing tongues of scarlet flames. - He's an alpha male. I am an alpha female.

- What? Pasha laughed.

It sounds unrealistic, but it's true. My animal is a she-wolf,” I explained, extinguishing the fire in my palm. “Usually female werewolves are born without abilities and they have only one fate, to be a wife and raise children. They don't even choose their own husband. Men decide everything for them: fathers, brothers. Who is older in the family.

- You're a guy! Pasha interrupted me, not really believing my story. What the hell are kids?

“Ordinary, like everyone else,” I smiled, looking at his sincere surprise. - Gifted are born very rarely. They are called "Moon". We have the same rights as alpha males. And it infuriates them. For some reason, everyone wants to tame, put in place a recalcitrant female, - I stared at one point, remembering how many times they wanted to rape me. I myself did not understand how the fire appeared in my palm again. I looked at him without looking up, thinking about what I had become and remembering what I had gone through. Now I am much stronger! My wolf will not lose to you now!

- Are you okay? - Pasha's worried voice brought me out of my memories.

“Yeah, sorry if I scared you,” I tried to squeeze out a smile, putting out the flames.

“Don’t try to smile if you don’t want to, otherwise it looks like a grin,” the guy joked to distract me from unnecessary thoughts. Now I really smiled.

And so the time flew by while talking. Pasha turned out to be a very interesting and attentive interlocutor. In addition, during the entire period of our morning conversation, I said more words than in the past year. The only thing he kept silent about was another world. I didn't know yet if I should tell anyone about it at all. Suddenly, my alarm clock on my phone started playing, which means it was time to get ready for work.

“Damn, you should have gotten your textbooks!” I remembered jumping up from my chair.

- Kill it. I'll miss one day. It's okay, I'm already an excellent student, ”he replied.

How easy it is to communicate with him. It is actually not as closed as it seems at first glance. Needless to say, we became the best "girlfriends".                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Arriving by taxi at the department, we met a bear at the main entrance.

- Where did you go yesterday? he asked when he saw us. Hmm, well, his face is from drinking too much. Today I have already looked closely at my teammate, otherwise yesterday somehow it was not up to it. And there was something to see, the man's muscles were visible even through the shirt.

"Don't ask," I replied, waving my hand. “I don’t remember how I got home.

- At least you're home! the bear laughed. “I woke up where the hell. It took me three hours to get here by taxi! Three hours!

“It means that the evening was a success for everyone,” I laughed too. In such a good mood, we entered the department. But we were stopped by a girl at the entrance.

"You have been ordered to go into Korotkov's office," she said, and left, her heels clicking on the tiled floor.

- Did you manage to do something? The bear looked at us with interest.

“No,” Pasha replied. And here is have him mood sharply soured. - The boss has arrived.

- Chief Korotkov? - said the bear in surprise.

“The head of our entire department,” Pasha corrected him. Judging by the reaction of my new "girlfriend", I should not like this boss.

“Bear, you go, we’ll catch up now,” I said, stopping Pasha by the hand.

“OK,” he agreed, and walked on alone.

- What's wrong? I asked Pasha. He looked depressed. Is Korotkov sleeping with this chief?

“Yes,” he replied with a sigh of resignation. “Just don’t run into trouble,” Pasha looked into my eyes with a plea for mercy. This time, I broke down and looked away.

“If he doesn’t get to me, then I won’t say anything,” I promised, hugging the guy by the shoulders, not really believing in my words.

We quickly made our way to the office and knocked in. Korotkov, Mikhail and the bear were already in the office. I have never seen the rest of the people present here in our department. Korotkov was sitting at his workplace. Behind him stood a rather strong man in a business suit and with a nasty smile. So this is our boss?

Pasha walked away from me and sat down at the table to the right of Korotkov, opening a laptop lying next to him.

- And it's all? the chief asked, giving our company a displeased look.

- How much do you need? Michael snapped. Apparently, our boss did not have a good relationship with him either. He gave us another look of contempt.

- I have one feeling, like a prostitute on the panel? I whispered to a nearby bear. Oops. It got a little loud.

- Well, if you are a prostitute, then how much are you worth? - I found what to answer the boss. He came close to me. - Why are you keeping silent? I could smell Korotkov on him. They didn't get bored tonight either. He clenched his fist so hard that the nails cut into my palm, sobering consciousness. - That's a look! What pissed you off?

“You smell worse than a dog,” I said through gritted teeth. “Even we werewolves take better care of ourselves.” My temples squeezed sharply. The pain kept getting bigger and bigger, but I didn't want to give in. So this bastard is a shrink?

- Enough! Mikhail pulled me by the hand, and the chief laughed.

"You're a funny little animal," he pointed at my chest. - The more interesting it will be to train you.

- Shut up! Mikhail hissed at me, seeing my aggressive state. I turned towards Pasha. He shook his head, and the chief walked back behind Korotkov.

“Pasha, introduce me to your new partners,” he said, lighting a long cigar.

- And when did I manage to agree to participate in the tasks of the task forces? Pasha snapped. — I'm not traveling, if you haven't forgotten.

“There was no subordination, as it were,” the chief exhaled cigarette smoke. Life doesn't teach you anything.

"It's not in your interests to threaten me," Pasha went on arrogantly. “Don't forget that I'm the only chemist here who is stronger than you,” he looked angrily at the boss. So don't tell me anything.

- Finished the farce! - Korotkov hit the table so hard that his ears were blocked.

“I don’t start it every time,” Pasha turned away from them.

Be smarter next time, finish first! Korotkov shouted, getting up from his seat. - This is the head of our department, a retired major, Voronov Oleg Vyacheslavovich. Yesterday you were checked into a special forces detachment. Now you will work in the same team. And you will go on a mission only in such a composition. So I advise you to carefully study your partners in order to ...

“I won’t go anywhere,” Pasha interrupted him.

“Maybe stop showing off?” - a spectacular brunette stepped forward. Two pistols instantly appeared in her hands.