Sometimes I Think I Live More Closely

Warren Made A Noise, The First One I'd Heard Out Of Him Since We'd Come Into The Room. I'd Have Been Happier If He Hadn't Sounded Scared. "easy, Warren," Adam Told Him. "you're Safe Here.” "if You Die On Us, You Won't Be," Said Kyle With A Growl That Would Have Done Credit To Any Of The Werewolves In The Room.

Ms. Thompson, It Said In Heavy Block Letters, Please Keep Your Feline Off My Property. If I See It Again, I Will Eat It.

You’re A Dead Man,” Kyle Said. “warren Doesn’t Take Kindly To People Who Hurt Me.

Tis The Gift To Be Gentle, ’tis The Gift To Be Fair, ’tis The Gift To Wake And Breathe The Morning Air, To Walk Every Day In The Path That We Choose, Is The Gift That We Pray We Will Never Never Lose.

Ben Rubbed His Muzzle Over Kyle’s Shoulder In A Way That I Think Was Supposed To Be Reassuring. Kyle Sucked In A Breath. Either It Hurt, Or The Reminder That The Werewolf Was Big Enough To Rub His Shoulder Without Much Effort Wasn’t Exactly Reassuring. “ben, When Was The Last Time You Brushed Your Teeth?” Asked Kyle. Or Else Ben’s Breath Was Really Bad.