It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Mercy, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now... Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won't force you, but... I won't leave or let you leave either. If you can fight that cursed fairy drink, you can certainly overcome any advantage being an Alpha gives me if you really want to. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you.
Patricia BriggsIt was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.
Patricia BriggsMercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.
Patricia BriggsThe conflict between the creatures of Native Lore and the immigration of the European preternatural hosts is hinted at in 'Blood Bound' and reflects the conflicts between the human immigrants and the Indian people who were already here.
Patricia BriggsAfter I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.
Patricia BriggsA second floor window opened, and Kyle stuck his head and shoulders out so he could look down at us. โIf you two are finished playing Cowboy and Indian out there, some of us would like to get their beauty sleep.โ I looked at Warren. โYou heard โum Kemo Sabe. Me go to my little wigwam and get โum shut-eye.โ โHow come you always get to play the Indian?โ whined Warren, deadpan. โCause sheโs the Indian, white boy,โ said Kyle.
Patricia BriggsAnd that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.
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