Adam Didn't Approve Of Wal-mart.

So In The Sweltering Heat Of A July Night, I Sang A Christmas Carol To A Room Full Of Fae, Who Had Been Driven Out Of Their Homelands By Christians And Their Cold-iron Swords.

Charles Was Most Comfortable By Himself Or, If That Wasn't Possible, With His Pack In The Wild. Talking For Hours In A Crowded Auditorium Was Not On Any List Of Things He Enjoyed—or Things He Was Good At. At Least No One Had Died. Yet.

It's Only Fair To Warn You That You Sealed Your Fate Tonight. When You Knew You Were In Trouble, You Came To Me. That Makes Twice, Mercy, And Twice Is Almost As Good As A Declaration. You Are Mine Now... Ben Says You Might Run. If You Do, I Will Find You And Bring You Back. Every Time You Run, Mercy. I Won't Force You, But... I Won't Leave Or Let You Leave Either. If You Can Fight That Cursed Fairy Drink, You Can Certainly Overcome Any Advantage Being An Alpha Gives Me If You Really Want To. No More Excuses, Mercy. You Are Mine, And I Am Keeping You.

I Was Talking Cannibalism, Not Romance.

Never Accept The Blame For What Evil People Do. We Are All Responsible For Our Own Actions.