Most of the pack would rather have Darryl mad at them than Auriele.

Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do." Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam.

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

Trying is always enough.

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.

There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote girl peanut-buttered the seat of Bran Cornick’s car because he told her that she should wear a dress to perform for the pack.

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.