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pharmacist looked at her suspiciously.
Kalix was wearing sunglasses, as she frequently did, even in the weak
winter daylight or the murky London night-time. The sunglasses always
seemed to arouse the suspicion of pharmacists. As did her ragged coat
which failed to cover her even more ragged T-shirt. And maybe her
skinny frame, which suggested either substance abuse or an eating
disorder. Her prescription was legitimate however. The werewolf clan,
whilst not exactly part of normal society, were not entirely outside it
either. In Scotland the MacRinnalchs had their own doctor, a werewolf
who had studied medicine at Edinburgh University. Werewolves rarely
fell sick, but there were often injuries to be taken care of and it was
vital that they received treatment from someone who knew of their
unique physiology. Certain human drugs could have a very bad effect on
a werewolf. Besides, as the Scottish werewolves took great care to
conceal the wolf part of their nature, it wouldn't do to have any
member of the clan examined too closely by a normal doctor.
    So Kalix had been registered with a doctor in Scotland, and
through this she had been referred to a psychiatrist who had prescribed
diazepam for her anxiety. Kalix disliked her psychiatrist but she liked
the diazepam. She fretted uncomfortably while she waited for the
prescription. When it finally appeared she grabbed the packet and
hurried out of the shop. As soon as she opened her bag to put the pills
inside she realised that something was missing.
    "Where's my journal?"
    She cursed out loud. The journal was one of her few
possessions, and very precious to her. She remembered picking it up
before she fled from Duncan Douglas-MacPhee at the warehouse. She was
trying to work out where she could possibly have lost it when a
familiar scent caught her attention. Duncan was close. She spun round,
searching. She didn't have far to look. Duncan and his sister Rhona
were no more than fifty yards away, and closing fast. Kalix ran for her
life, sprinting up the street at a speed which would have left most
people in her wake. The Douglas-MacPhees raced after her. As werewolves
in human shape, they too possessed unusual strength and speed, but they
weren't as fast as Kalix. She turned the corner only a few yards ahead
of her pursuers but by the time they reached the next street she was
rapidly disappearing from view.
    "Come on!" yelled Duncan. "She can't keep up that pace."
    Duncan doubted if the scrawny girl could keep running for
long. She looked like she hadn't eaten in months, and even the
primordial energy that burned inside every member of the MacRinnalch
Clan couldn't support a starving werewolf forever.
    Kalix ran for her life, and cursed the day she had sold her
pendant. It had been foolish. With it she had been undetectable. Now
she was easy prey for experienced predators like the Douglas-MacPhees.
    Kalix was always doing foolish things. It had been foolish to
attack her father. It had been foolish to crawl into Gawain's bed when
she was fourteen. It had been foolish to drink the entire contents of
her family's malt whisky cabinet when she was thirteen, though Kalix
had protested that as a Scottish werewolf, she was merely exploring her
heritage. And it had been foolish to eat the contents of her mother's
medicine cabinet just to see what would happen, an escapade that led to
her being the only teenage MacRinnalch werewolf ever taken to hospital
for an emergency stomach pump. On each occasion the Mistress of the
Werewolves left Kalix in no doubt as to the foolishness of her actions,
and the disgrace never really went away.
    After running the length of several streets Kalix knew that
she had outdistanced the Douglas-MacPhees. They might still be
following her scent, but in the city they couldn't track her as easily
as they could in the wilds. There was too much pollution for her scent
to linger for long. Kalix disappeared down an alleyway, over a fence,
through several gardens and back

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