He is Monroe’s son.” I pointed at Ren. “And he’s your best hope to win this war.” “He’s what?” Shay’s voice was dead quiet. I’m what?” Ren kept his own voice to a whisper, but the look he’d thrown me was a bit alarmed.
You want us to go in there – seriously?” He stared at the cave. “It smells like death. Horrible, farty death.
Your sweetheart isn’t too happy about this,” Shay said, still smiling. I looked toward the back of the room. Ren watched us, holding a pair of scissors. I’d never seen a classroom tool look so dangerous.
What in life is worth a sacrifice, if not love? -Bryn.
Maybe it’s better this way-that we keep our darknesses close, hidden in our minds, protected by our hearts.
Ansel sighed. “You know, this is the problem with you alphas, you’re so concerned about taking over the new pack that you don’t notice what’s happening right in front of your face.
Stephen is not a problem. He is a person. Invisibility is not a problem, it is a curse. Our mission is to help Stephen the person. Our quest is to find a way to break the curse.
Finesse, my ass. I’m a warrior, not your child bride.
I turned to Ren, dropping my head low to honor the fallen alpha. The circled wolves did the same. I lifted my muzzle first, my howl singing out the pain of Ren’s death, mourning him. One by one my packmates joined the song. Our howls filled the library, spilling into the winter night. The death song grew as the wolves still outside raised their voices to honor the lost young warrior. The chorus of wolf cries, full of heartache, swelled in the night, carrying Ren’s memory to the very stars.
The lies we tell ourselves are the worst ones.
Not all weapons are guns or blades; the most dangerous are subtle, hidden.
We are all prisoners of circumstance at one point or another.
Unfortunately, the most significant moments of our lives are often unpleasant.
I lose myself in Stephen without being lost.
This is why I keep telling Ash to get you a cat or a bird. Guns aren’t proper pets.
Music doesn’t soothe the savage beast, Cal,” Shay said, dipping me so low my hair brushed the floor. “Laughter does.
Bravery is all well and good, but sometimes it’s much better to be cautious.
No culture is without access to divine mysteries.
You’re lucky we didn’t you attack on sight.
Don’t ever be honest about who you are – and I mean that as a life rule, not just in this instance.
What man would have courage enough to believe he could win you? Bosque laughed. “You exude power. Men are small creatures, easily cowed by those who challenge their sense of self-importance.