Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires---outmatched is n understatement.

Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.

His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster.

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.

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

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.