Survivors Can't Always Choose Their Methods.

Werewolf Games,' Mercy Said Solemnly, 'play For Keeps, Or Go Home.' She Was So Cute Sometimes It Made Adam's Heart Hurt.

Now, I'm Not Very Vain. If I'd Ever Been, Making My Living Covered In Various Grease And Dirt Mixtures Would Have Cured Me Quickly. Still, I Wasn't Up To Facing Two Sexy Men When I Had One Eye Swollen Mostly Shut And Half Of My Face Black And Blue.

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.

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.

If She Kept Wondering About How Much Of Her Life Bran Engineered, She’d End Up On A Funny Farm Knitting Caps For Ducks.