Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

Don’t fuss. I love you just as you are, Mercy. I don’t need to swallow you whole, I don’t need to be in your head at all times. I just need to know that you’re there.

There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.

That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

Mine" he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would of been flattering,I thought,except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.

He stopped what he was doing and pulled out his magic phone. Okay, the phone wasn't magic, but it does things my computer struggles with.

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.