Evil must always be fought.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

You cannot sacrifice the world for your children.

You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.

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.