I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.

I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other.

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

I will howl for you, human boy (...). I will hunt you in my girl skin but I'll celebrate as wolf.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

I want to lay my kill at your feet.