For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.

I will fight you endlessly if I think you're wrong but I will never judge you.

Mercy laughed. “You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability.” “What?” “Testosterone.

When she was like this, the wildness of her barely contained, it was hard to believe she'd come into his pack Silent, her emotions blockaded behind so much ice, it had infuriated his wolf.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover.

To be a legend, you generally had to be dead.