And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.

Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.

These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.

How’s Her Royal Bitchiness?” “Alive.” “Pity.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole.” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.

Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.

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.