And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that’s just…nasty.

Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.

As the joke goes, you don’t have to be faster than the wolf chasing you, just faster than everyone else running away.

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan

Trent looked me up and down. “Is that all you’re going to do?” My pulse quickened, and I gazed at the front of the basilica where the scratching was coming from. “I might have a snack later if nothing comes through those doors.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.