Chapter 35 - Who is the bad one?

“What’s your name?" Michael asked the ballerina sitting on the floor. She just shook her head in reply.

“What do you mean by that?” He looked at her fully focused. The phone was still in his hand, with drops of sweat on the screen and mud - Jenn’s unclear offer almost made him smash the receiver in his hand.

“Just tell me your f*cking name!” The werewolf got carried away but when the ballerina’s face froze in terror, he immediately regretted his words.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Don’t be scared of me.” He leaned over her and noticed the reason for her silence.

“Oh, I’m such an idiot,” embarrassed, he took a dirty cloth off her mouth.

The girl began to breathe deeply and, with tears on her cheeks, she said quietly: “Flexy. I’m Flexy.”

“Flexy?” Michael couldn’t hide his surprise. “That’s your ballet nickname? Yes?”

“No.” Objected the girl. “My parents gave me that name at my birth. They always saw me as a dancer.” Actually, that wasn't entirely true.

Not knowing why Michae