Let's Save Tomorrow's Troubles For Tomorrow.

What Would A Racist Call Werewolves? Wargs? She Kind Of Liked That One, But Suspected That Racist Bastards Didn't Read Tolkien.

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.

Someday, I'm Going To Meet Some Supernatural Creature Who Tells Me Everything I Should Know Up Front And In A Forthright Manner - But I'm Not Going To Hold My Breath.

You Okay Now ?" He Asked. "okay." He Tightened His Arms And Lifted Me Off My Feet. "mercy?" He Growled Into My Ear. I Wrapped My Legs Around His Waist. " Yeah" , I Said. "me Too.

You Forgot The ‘my Precious,’” Anna Said Dryly. “if You Want To Act Like A Freaking Nutcase, You Have To Do It Right.