It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.

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

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.

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.

Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions." She was lecturing him, so she stopped. "Sorry. Hang around with Bran too long, and see if you don’t start passing around the Marrok’s advice as if he were Confucius.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.

Survivors can't always choose their methods.