Free The Anxiety of Kalix the Werewolf by Martin Millar Page B

Vex, but Daniel by now had slipped past her, out of the kitchen.
    As he slouched his way through the living room toward the stairs, Moonglow studiously avoided looking at him. She regretted that matters between them had come to a head that day, though she’d known they inevitably would at some point. She hadn’t expected that point to be in themiddle of a film about the Runaways, when they were sitting in a cinema with five other people. It had been a very poor time to attempt to kiss her. Moonglow had been shocked, and not very pleased. She’d pushed Daniel away quite angrily. Since then they hadn’t spoken a word to each other.
    It’s going to be awkward living together now, she thought.
    Vex arrived back in the room and began haranguing Beauty and Delicious about playing more gigs. Yum Yum Sugary Snacks were Vex’s favorite band and she was eager to see them onstage again.
    â€œWe want to play more,” said Beauty, raising her voice over the music, “but Dominil says we have to record something. Something good.”
    Beauty and Delicious had made some demos. Dominil had dismissed them as lacking in quality and demanded something better.
    â€œDominil is as big a pain as ever,” yelled Delicious. “If we don’t do what she says she starts sulking.”
    This was far from the truth. The twins knew that without Dominil’s assistance they’d still be in the same position they’d been in a year ago: lying around their house in Camden, vaguely thinking about playing music again. Dominil now had them rehearsing regularly. Membership of the band was stable, and everyone was fairly well rehearsed.
    â€œEven Pete is still on board,” said Beauty. “Though he’s still pining for Dominil.”
    Vex laughed. She knew the story of Dominil’s one-night stand with Pete the guitarist. The affair had meant nothing to Dominil, who had merely wished to occupy herself for a few hours, knowing that the next day she faced the possibility of dying in the great werewolf feud. After the crisis passed, Dominil had shown no further interest. Pete could not get over the affair so fast. He pined for Dominil, privately at first, before going public at a gig, where he’d announced to the entire audience that he loved her. Dominil had not been pleased. Making everything worse, Pete had subsequently learned that they were all werewolves. This was serious. Hiding their werewolf nature was important to every MacRinnalch. Only the degenerate Beauty and Delicious could laugh when it went wrong.
    â€œWe’ve invited Pete here,” Beauty told Vex. “We figure he deserves another chance.”
    â€œWe thought maybe she might loosen up at a party,” said Delicious.
    They looked over at Dominil, sitting quietly in the corner.
    â€œI’ve never seen anyone look less loose,” said Delicious. “Let’s get her some wine.”
    As any Scottish werewolf would have regarded it as shameful to arriveat a party without making some contribution, the kitchen was now well stocked with alcohol.
    Decembrius and Kalix were still discussing the film. Kalix, in her enthusiasm, had edged very close to Decembrius and he was keenly aware of it. His attraction for Kalix had not waned, though recently he’d been frustrated by her diffidence and her reluctance to commit to anything. Even arranging a phone call with her could be difficult. Decembrius’s patience was strained, but he knew that if he complained too strongly, Kalix would simply stop talking to him. He felt some humiliation that he seemed to be powerless in the relationship. After all, Decembrius wasn’t a werewolf who had trouble finding girlfriends.
    Vex, dancing nearby, stumbled into them. The impact pushed Kalix into Decembrius and he instinctively put his arm out to support her.
    Vex grinned. “Are you having a nice cuddle?”
    At that moment, the full moon appeared in the sky outside.