Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con
Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.
The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.
I don’t care what you are, Gem. I want you. I love you.
Your mom is my sunset, and you are my dawn.
In fact, the males very rarely take permanent mates.' His skin was so tan. 'Why not?' 'Because we tend to kill the females.' Ah, well, okay. That wasn't cool.