Chapter 19: Amicable
“True friendship multiplies the good in life and divides its evils" —Baltasar Gracian.
“And where are you going to build this— this hive?” he inquires.
‘Relax. Distance yourself. You can do this.’
“Simple. Antarctica.” I’m glad that my voice is much sterner than my inner turmoil.
“The South Pole?” he exclaims, his voice raises a few octaves. Questioning, doubting.
“I’m gonna build it under the sea. It’s cold, so it’s perfect. Werewolves are warm blooded. They won’t be able to standthe harsh environment.”
He looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. “And where do you suppose we’re gonna get the resources to have it constructed?”
“Well, my plan is to— Woah, wait. We? As in, you’re in with my crazy plan?”
“It’s crazy, but you’ve certainly sold the idea
