Chapter 35 : Fanning the flames

THEO. Café is closed, and that’s a good thing since I’m here thirty minutes late. I guess my day just got better. Just a little bit better. I do like working here, I would say that. I was just late because I stalled too long and I was pretty scared of seeing Maxine in the same workplace. I just keep thinking about the shifting incident. I can’t get it out of my head. I just can’t believe that Maxine is a White Wolf. My knowledge is limited. The only thing I can remember about this is from Amarantha of all people. I remember seeing a painting of a white wolf in her office and asking about it. “They’re not common, but definitely not unheard of,” she told me then. This was a few years ago, and yet I recall every detail. “Some people believe they are myths because no one has seen one in a long time. Not even the Alpha line has sired a single white wolf. They’re just that rare, and they’re supposed to be stronger and better than any regular Werewolf. See, the reason for their coloring