THE ANXIETY OF
KALIX THE WEREWOLF
Eighteen years in the past.
Markus MacRinnalch was used to being treated with respect. As the son of the Thane, he was an important figure in the werewolf clan, and he was popular at the castle. Women in particular were always fond of him.
Apart from Dominil, thought Markus. For a nine-year-old, she’s certainly mastered the art of withering contempt.
His young cousin regarded him with scorn. “Don’t you know anything?” she said. “I’m not an albino. I’m leucistic. It’s a completely different condition.”
“All right,” said Markus, raising his voice against the wind. “You’re leucistic. Now could you put some clothes on and get back to the castle?”
Dominil, standing in her underwear, in a snowdrift that reached up to her waist, showed no inclination