Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

I'm trying to make you think I'm a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case

we're watchers of this world aren't we? not players

I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish—her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.

When we kissed, it didn't matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn't matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.

Teenagers want to be able to fight for what's right - but finding out what's right is now 90 percent of the battle.

She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.