We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

His gentleness twined another tendril around her heart, until she was so entangled in him, she knew she’d never break free. For the first time in her life, her wolf had chosen. And it had chosen this lone wolf. “You have me,” she whispered. All of me.

He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.