Did you find out if they found out anything about them?” I asked. Kyle gave me a look, then busied himself making me a peanut butter and huckleberry jelly sandwich. “What really bothers me is that I understood that question. You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.
People who stand in the way of my mate’s ability to get herself out of trouble often feel like they were hit by buses. I think this might be the first time it is literally true, though.
Ours, said Brother Wolf. She is perfect, our soul mate, our anchor, the reason we were created. So that we could be hers.
Mercedes,” said Asil in a cheerful voice. “You are going to get me killed at last. Bran would not do it, but I believe your mate will have no trouble.
If I let them all treat me like I was broken, then how was I going to convince myself I wasn’t?
My mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person’s mouth was the truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they’ll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you’ll be happier with, something they think will get the results they want.
My old pastor liked to say that church is a hospital for the sick, not a mausoleum for the saints.
And that, children, is why ultimatums are a bad idea, said a memory speaking in the Marrok’s voice.
Male werewolves treat their mates like beloved slaves. the thought set my back up. It was just a good thing I wasn’t a werewolf or there would be a slave rebellion.
Anyone who offends me deserves to hear exactly how they trespassed – or needs to be lulled into a false sense of security before the sneak attack when they aren’t paying attention.
The problem with deciding to bend the rules was trying to figure out just how far you could bend them.
Death is part of life,” he told her. “Without the one, it is hard to have the other.
Three women bonding over household chores – my mother would be pleased if she could see us. That thought hardened my resolve that next week, some of the men would do cleanup. It would be good for them to expand their skill set.
It is generally a bad thing when someone hunting you is polite. It means they are sure they can take you anytime they want to.
It’ll take years of therapy. Probably for all of us: a long uphill battle. But we’re still on the field fighting the good fight, battered and beaten though we are, and I understand just what a great gift that is.
Some wounds need to be pricked so they can drain. Others just need to be left alone.
The trick to staying out of trouble is to keep your nose out of other people’s business.
And it had left me with a certain skill for managing enraged werewolves, which was a good thing, my foster father had told me often enough, since I sure had a talent for enraging them.
A rape victim... a rape victim who fights... They’ve been violated, made helpless and afraid. It breaks their confidence in the safety of their little world. It makes them afraid.”... “If you don’t fight, it’s not quite the same. If they make you help, make you cooperate, then it’s not clear to you anymore. Is it rape? You feel dirty, violated, and guilty. Most of all guilty because you should have fought. Especially if you’re Mercy and you fight everything.
He smiled, a wide, joyful expression – and oddly the fangs didn’t rob the smile of its charm. “I am at peace, Mercy,” he told me. He closed his eyes and quit moving his body. “Just like you told me. I will never be okay again.” He didn’t sound unhappy about it.