There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.

You know I'll never say no, and Nate's so dedicated, I think he loves our alpha more than me." "I resent that," Nate grumbled. "I might love football more than you, but definitely not Lucas's ugly mug.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.

Only ignorance excuses stupidity

This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.