Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

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.

He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe.