It Was Unsettling To Be

We’d Spent Years As Adversaries, Two Predators Sharing Territory And A Certain, Unwelcome Attraction. Somehow, During All Those Years I Spent Outwardly Acquiescing To His Demands While Making Sure I Held My Own, I’d Won His Respect. I’d Had Werewolves Love Me And Hate Me, But I’d Never Had One Respect Me Before. Not Even Samuel. Adam Respected Me Enough To Act On My Suspicions. It Meant A Lot.

Taking Out Werewolves, I Gather And Surmise, Is Akin To Taking Out A Seal Team.

Reincarnation?” He Shrugged. “i’ve Never Seen Any Evidence That It’s Real. But I’ve Never Seen Anything That Disproves It Either. I Believe The Afterlife Is Better Than What We Have Here—and It Would Take Something Extraordinary To Make Someone Willing To Come Back.

What Do You Mean?” Leslie’s Voice Was Cool, As If She Questioned Witches Who Were Flat On Their Backs Being Threatened By Werewolves Every Day.

He Didn't Say Anything More, Just Waited For Me To Tell Him What I'd Been Thinking. It Was Pure Speculation, And I Was Opening Myself Up To Ridicule By Saying Anything At All. I Sat On The Stool And Realized That I Had My Loyalties, Too.