Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.

Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr's side.

I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.

She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.

The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the walls and wiped its mouth afterward on the dresser and curtains. ---Cole

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