He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

I mean, how would anyone learn anything if they weren't curious? How would scientists make discoveries? -- We all have the right to be different, don't we?

Life is an illusion that last too little.

I will howl for you, human boy (...). I will hunt you in my girl skin but I'll celebrate as wolf.

Believe this, he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

In his wolf-skin he was as strong as any of them, but he was a gentle person in many ways. He'd feel so bad about failing he'd probably step aside for someone else without a fight.

The Law is supposed to keep us safe and strong and able to birth healthy children, yet the Law wants us to tear each other apart to find a leader. The Law's a bunch of hypocrisy.

Three cheers for Sheriff Wilson. - Bucky Dideron

I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.

Why me? she asked, holding on to him. Because you cared, he whispered. You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.

I want to lay my kill at your feet.

The Amoeba? she asked Aiden. The gang, he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. My people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.

what red lips you have, he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? All the better to kiss you with, my dear, she replied. And then their lips met.

I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other.

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.