How to Fall in Love with a Werewolf.

This story probably could only happen to me! Here, ordinary people are looking for peace in life, or something permanent. I've always been looking for adventure in one place. I read books and thought, I wish I had the same adventures. And what is the result. Apparently, I got so tired of not noticing my adventures that someone from above gave me real adventures.

My name is Jane Adamson, I am 23 years old, I worked as a doctor in a good company. She is brown-haired, but her hair is blond, long, with playfully curly tips, her eyes are dark brown. I won’t say that I have an average figure, not that bad, but not a fashion model either. Now I am sitting at a large round table, in the company of 30 mountains of muscle (there is no other name for these sexy, handsome men). You might be asking what am I doing here? And I will answer you, never, you hear, never save a handsome man. Why? Yes, because he will then choose you as his partner, take away everything that you had, buy your work, etc.

Jane, what do you think about this? - Dick asked, it was he who just took my job, made me his couple, and for some reason now decided to ask my opinion.

Dick Allford, 30, right-hand man of the head of the Eastern Gray Wolves, werewolf. A burning brunette, tousled soft but short hair, dark skin, under huge, thick eyebrows gray eyes sparkle with icy fire, the collar of his shirt is slightly unbuttoned, well, in general, everything in him is what girls dream about in their pink dreams. And that's what I fell in love with.

- Jane? - the subject of my dreams distracted me from my thoughts.

- Hmm, I think Carol will make sure we lose. Accordingly, he will turn everyone against us, because he does not know that you are alive. We must make your appearance sudden, that is, we need a person who will lure Carol into the building of worship of your gods and from there you must attack him - I expressed my opinion and looked at thirty beautiful creatures, and they all thought as one and then nodded.

Hooray, so they liked my idea, it was up to the small one to offer their candidacy in luring Carol.

Carol Attwood, 36, leader of the Northwest Black Wolves. Not a pleasant type, slippery, vile, in short fu. Blond, looks like an angel, but in the soul is a real demon. Wants to take control of the Eastern Wolves.

- I agree with you - said Dick, frowning - but who will lure Carol?

I looked at him with big, round eyes (well, just like a cat in Shrek), but apparently he understood everything and began to slowly get mad at the realization of the situation.

- Not! I won't let you risk your life, you've already done too much for us. So, I'm sorry, you'll stay in the castle - said the goat.

- What?! Not! I want to participate in this, even already thought out a plan for infiltrating his "guarded" castle and a plan for this lure. I ... - I didn’t have time to finish, as Dick banged his fists on the table, along the way, I really pissed him off.

- Enough! Luke, take her to her room and lock her up, I'll give you the key. Dick didn't even look at me. “I'm sorry, but I don't want to risk you again.” He was staring at the floor, his shoulders tense but at the same time looking slumped.

Luke came up to me and grabbed my shoulder.

- Miss Adamson, let's go - and it was said in such a way that it is immediately clear - refusals are not accepted.

I got up and yes, I just followed Luke, stared blankly at the floor and thought about how to get out of the locked room.

When we arrived at the closet already familiar to me, I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. She heard the room being locked and Luke walking away.

“We need to think of something, and preferably quickly.” I looked out the window and remembered how it all began, the memories brought a smile.

And it all started one day.

Chapter 1

A chance meeting is the most non-random thing in the world ....

- Jane, there in room 104, Mrs. Erton needs your help, it seems like her boiler flew off there - said Louise.

- Yes, now I'll finish here and immediately come to her - I said and thought that this Miss very often flies a kotator and she asks only me to help.

- Well, that’s all, don’t worry about the infection or any foreign objects didn’t get into the wound, rinse well 2 times a day and then come for an examination - I told the mother of the unbearable boy who fell off the bike and even fell into the bushes, prickly rosehip bushes.

- Thank you - the boy's mother looked at me with gratitude, and then gave the boy a slap on the back of the head and began to say that he would not do this again, otherwise he would take the bike.

What exactly the fellow did, I never found out, because I ran to help Mrs. Erton.

- Aaah, my beloved Jane - a pretty old woman of about seventy smiled, she was wearing a home-type dressing gown, gray hair and kindness in her eyes. Always, when I came, she was glad to see me, like a grandmother to her grandson, and this made me immensely happy.

- Good morning, how are you? How is your leg? - I asked and looked at her hand, from where the catheter flew off, he calmly lay next to Mrs. Erton's hospital bed.

- Yes, you know, it slowly passes, but when the weather is bad, it whines so much - and showed a painful pug on her face, but I saw that at the same time she was looking at me and obviously thinking of something.

- Hmm, I can ask you to be prescribed painkillers - I offered.

“You don’t understand hints, my dear,” my grandmother pouted at me.

- If you are talking about letting you out of here, then I repeat no, you need special care. I know how you like to look for adventures and I don’t mind, but if you don’t cripple yourself at the same time - I looked at her accusingly - it’s funny.

- Well, do you want us to accomplish these adventures together? She smiled back at me. And I was a little shocked by this offer.

- Mrs. Erton, I'm sorry, but I'm not fond of adventure - I laughed at her.

- Yes? - she looked at me slyly - and then who reads books and dreams of the same adventures? - she grinned, as if mentally saying "1:0 in my favor."