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

Don’t try threatening an Alpha. They don’t like it.

If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.

Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

In this dream, I wasn’t a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote’s almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

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.

Zee said, grumpily, “Liebling, this is not a good idea.” “Zee,” I told him, “I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.