Maybe I should go back to teaching school about crazy people instead of being one. (Jim Alvin)

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.

The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

Ben rubbed his muzzle over Kyle’s shoulder in a way that I think was supposed to be reassuring. Kyle sucked in a breath. Either it hurt, or the reminder that the werewolf was big enough to rub his shoulder without much effort wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Ben, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?” asked Kyle. Or else Ben’s breath was really bad.

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?

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