"Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet." "You killed someone?" asked Ben with interest.

Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously.

Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)

Not that I'd really been planning on keeping the attack secret; it had just been an option I'd wanted to keep open if I could.

Ben rubbed his muzzle over Kyle’s shoulder in a way that I think was supposed to be reassuring. Kyle sucked in a breath. Either it hurt, or the reminder that the werewolf was big enough to rub his shoulder without much effort wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Ben, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?” asked Kyle. Or else Ben’s breath was really bad.

His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.