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What's The Woman Doing There?" He Asked. "covering A Scratch On The Hood. She Was Cheaper Than A New Paint Job." He Flipped Through A Few More Pages Of Barely Dressed Women And Classic Cars. "nick Used To Have Magazines Like This When We Were Kids. But Without The Cars." He Rotated A Photo Sideways. "or The Bathing Suits.

What I Was Doing When I Was Creating My Werewolves Is Really Basing Them On A Wild Wolf Pack, As Much As Possible. It's Not As If Being Bitten Brings You In, But What It Does Is That It Strengthens That Instinct For Pack. It Strengthens That Instinct To Need To Be With Others Who Are Like You, And To Form Tight Bonds, As An Actual Wolf Pack Does.

I Have To. I've Been Fighting It All Night. I'm Going To Lose. My Battle Is As Futile As A Woman Feeling The First Pangs Of Labor And Deciding It's An Inconvenient Time To Give Birth. Nature Wins Out. It Always Does.

I'm Behind You." I Spun To See Derek. "i Can't Win," He Said. "you're As Skittish As A Kitten.

Here I Had A Wonderful Man Who Cared For Me And I Was Screwing Around With A Self-absorbed, Conniving Monster Who'd Betrayed Me In The Worst Possible Way.