Such a small thing to cause so much trouble.

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

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.

Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.

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

I'm not threatening to kill myself. But you need to know this about me because—if you want to be my mate—I won't be like Leo. I won't let you sleep around with anyone else. I won't be forced either. I've had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine." - Anna to Charles