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 cra
