The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!