Though she tried to slip out unobtrusively, she failed to make it past her mother. “Thrix, you’ve hardly touched your food,” said the Mistress of the Werewolves. “I’m not really hungry.” “Couldn’t you at least try some of the venison?” “I’m fine, really.” Her mother looked at her with disapproval. Werewolves were hearty eaters, particularly in the security of their own castle. The Mistress of the Werewolves had always felt disgraced by Kalix’s refusal to eat as a young teenager, knowing that it would be gossiped about. The common feeling among the clan was that if a werewolf wasn’t eating properly, there was something badly wrong, possibly with the parents. Having endured this with Kalix, Verasa didn’t want anyone to start whispering about her other daughter. “I had a large meal last night. I’m really not hungry,” insisted Thrix. “Stop looking at me like you’re trying to judge my weight. I’m fine.” “Are you depressed?” “Not at all.” Thrix was far from depressed.
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