Violet had double-checked and even confirmed if the meat had to be raw for the twentieth time before she went ahead to walk closer to where it had been placed.
Holding her hands to her nose, she did her best to fight back the nauseous feeling she felt at the onslaught of the heavy smell of raw and fresh meat, still tainted with blood.
She stamped down the urge to curse under her breath at why she had to follow Cain and why, regardless of how many times she pointed out where the food was, the beast refused to go unless she also went along.
Not surprised to enter and see it instantly dive forward to chomp on the meat with reckless abandon and delight—something that looked more animal than human, which worried her beyond words.
Henry had even gone as far as to mention that feeding in beast form wasn't good and would only worsen Cain's resolve as a human, but Violet simply needed to point at the beast behind her.
