Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.

I want you." Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved in front of me, equal parts human and wolf, and remembering his smell - I ached with wanting to kiss him.

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.