She crawled,” Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of days. “She crawled to the bathroom to clean herself again. If it weren’t for the two subs in the pack, I’d be on the bottom. And she wouldn’t stand up in my presence for guilt.

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door

Coffee or orange juice?” “Water is fine.” His eyebrows went up. “Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling. Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?

Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.