What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.

Any idiot can put up a website.

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.