"You should ease up on those things," Ryan said.
"It is fine," Violet told him, getting used to shouting over the music. "I cannot get drunk. I am a werewolf!"
Just as Violet said the word, 'Werewolf', the music stopped and her voice carried everywhere. People stared at her, so she snarled at them and made claw hands at them. She snarled nastily at Carl, too.
Violet was feeling a little light-headed. She thought it was probably due to seasickness.
"May I have a word please." Carl grabbed her by the waist and dragged her off through the crowd before she even knew what was happening.
She tripped along after him. She was feeling weird and not herself. What else could it be but seasickness? She remembered Carl saying werewolves couldn't get drunk. Maybe it was from being out on the water,
