Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.
Kathy ReichsI see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack." He pulled away. "What if being packmates isn't enough for me?
Kathy ReichsYou'd be naive if you think you are going to retain any control once you option a character to TV.
Kathy Reichs