A trip to the White Church.
Am I finally meeting other white witches?
Luke, not wanting to waste any time, walked over to the closet in the corner of the room.
When I first saw it, I couldn't understand why he would need a closet inside his office. Turns out, it was prepared for the times he needed to shift into his wolf form, as he couldn't go around naked all the time—despite the fact that people love it, according to him.
He took out a few capes—four, to be exact, and also a few shawls.
"Is someone else going too?" I asked.
"No. One for me," he said as he wore his own cape, "three for you." He then pulled me from my seat and started wrapping me under the cape, the summer heat quickly getting into me. Before I could even question him, he answered, "It's preventive measures against all those old farts in the church."
