Wolf Creek Quotes

How he closed down like before. How he gave himself over to the wolf. How he didn’t speak for months and months. And yet, the moment he comes home, the moment he sees you again, he finds his voice like he’d never lost it at all.

This is for life. When the wolf attaches, it is for life.” “I

Because sure, he’d chosen me. Out of everyone. He’d given me his wolf. Which was essentially the heart of him. I said, “I love you, you know?” And how he smiled.     IT

His breath on my face. This was Joe. And I was Ox. His nose touched mine. My hands found his waist. He shuddered under the touch. He rumbled deep in his chest. He said, “Mine.” My cheek scraped against his. The wolf growled, “Mine.” It was a great and terrible thing. So I said, “Yeah. Joe. Yeah. Yes.” And

It’s not destiny, Ox. You’re not bound by this. Not yet. There’s a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don’t choose me, then that’s your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that’s what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side than you. It’s you, Ox. For me, it’s always been you.” So I said, “Okay, Joe.” I looked up at him. His wolf was close to the surface. And he said, “Okay?” I said, “Okay. Okay. I don’t know if I see the things you do.” “I know.” “And I don’t know if I’ll be good enough.” “I know you will,” he said, eyes flashing orange. “But I promised you. I said it will always be you and me.” His face stuttered a bit, and he said, “You did. You promised me. You promised.” I

And what’s that about?” he asked, nodding toward the wolf that now had the collar of Carter’s coat between its teeth and was trying to drag him away. It wasn’t going so well for the timber wolf, seeing as Kelly had burst out of the bar with an impressive battle cry, grabbed his brother’s leg, and was pulling him in the opposite direction. “I couldn’t even begin to tell you.” “Kelly!” Carter shouted. “Save me!” “I am,” Kelly yelled back.

Ox,” he said, a hint of his wolf poking through, eyes flashing. “Anything you’d like to tell me?” “No,” I said quickly. “Absolutely not.” “You sure about that?” he asked, his grip on my elbow tightening. I just barely managed to pull my arm free. “I’m hungry,” I said, voice rough. “We should—” “Sure,” he said. “Let’s go.” I blinked. He smiled at me. My heart stuttered a bit. The smile widened. No

I want you to walk away from a fight instead of run toward it, goddamn it.

The smile returned. "Your threats don't sound so bad now that I know you've got my wolf tattooed on your chest." "Bite me," I snapped, stalking off after the Alphas. Mark chuckled behind me. "Oh, I will." Fucking werewolves.

Once, the moon had loved the sun. Once, there was a boy. Once, there was a wolf. He had sat with his back against a tree. His bare feet were in the grass. The boy leaned forward and kissed the wolf. And knew then that nothing would ever be the same.

There's a choice. There's always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don't choose me, then that's your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that's what this is.

One of my favorite dialogue pieces from Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said.

It took eight months, but then we found you. In Caswell. There was a wolf who said he’d seen you in the compound. He was visiting, and he recognized you from your picture. He said he tried to talk to you, tried dropping a couple of hints, but there was nothing.” I couldn’t think of who this had been. “And it hurt,” Kelly continued, “because he said you seemed happy. And I almost convinced myself that maybe what we’d thought was right, that you had betrayed us. But then I remembered something, and I knew it couldn’t be true.” “What did you remember?” “The way you loved me.” It was a punch to the stomach. “You loved me,” Kelly said softly, “without reservation. Without expecting anything in return. You loved me, and I knew that you wouldn’t stop, not unless you were forced to. And I knew then that I wouldn’t stop, no matter what it took.

Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said.

You hurt me all the time. You just don’t always leave bruises.

They say things about these woods...that there are strange things living here.

It’s not destiny, Ox. You’re not bound by this. Not yet. There’s a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don’t choose me, then that’s your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that’s what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side than you. It’s you, Ox. For me, it’s always been you.

I said, “Gordo. Gordo. His wolf. He gave me his wolf. The stone wolf.” Gordo smiled sadly. “I figured he did. When he came to see you?” I shook my head. “The day after I met him. When he was ten. I didn’t know what it meant. They said I had a choice.” And there it was. That look on his face. That fear. He said, “Even then?” I said, “Even then,” and of course, “Gordo. Gordo,” because a realization struck me and I was so fucking blind. “Yeah, Ox.” “Did…?” I almost stopped. But then, “Mark did. Didn’t he? Gave you his wolf.” The tattoos on his arms flared briefly as he hung his head. I rubbed my hand through his hair. It was getting long. I needed to remind him to get it cut. He’d forget so many things if I didn’t tell him. He said, “Yeah. Yes.” He coughed. “He did. And I gave it back.”     WE

And then I saw him. In the snow. Behind the trees. A white wolf. Black on his back and chest. His eyes burned red. He said chase me i love you chase me. I said, “Daddy?” because I was just a little boy again, and my father, my father was there, and he was never going to leave me, he was never going to leave me again. He ran. I chased after him. Tree branches slapped against my face and chest, sharp stings as the blanket flared around me. I almost dropped it. I almost let it go. PackLoveSon to me to me come to me

You should put your shirt back on,” I said. He squinted at me. “Why?” “Because of… you know. All of that.” I waved my hand at his entire being. Then he grinned. And it was evil. “All of this?” He flexed his chest. Unfairly. I managed to say, “Yes. To all of that.” He took a step toward me. “We could… ah. You know.” He waggled his eyebrows at me and I thought, fuck. I took a step back. “Or we could wait until you’re eighteen.” Now he glared. There was a bit of wolf in it. “That’s not how this works.” “Yeah, because you know how this works. With all the courting you’ve done.” “I can’t wait until I’m Alpha so I can tell you what to do all the time.” “I’m going to tell your dad you only want to be Alpha so you can get in my pants.” He

had stalked and extorted her for years, he had felt pity

You hurt her and I'll hunt you down and kill you with a shovel,

All hoping for an invite, because deep down, it’s every girl’s fantasy to be fucked by the big, bad wolf.

I don't know what to do,” I said quietly. She {Elizabeth in wolf form] blinked. “I’m angry, and I don't know how to let that go.” She sneezed. “Gross,” I said.

Each new kitten and puppy, with a fresh and fragile look on life, inspired joy and awe, and though the death of the innocent was often hard to accept, it only seemed to give the times of joy a more three-dimensional aspect.

Livingstone,” Gavin said again, almost stubbornly. “I call him Livingstone. Not Dad. I had….” “You had,” I said, squeezing his hand. He glanced at me quickly before looking back down at the table. “I had Dad. Mom too. Not real parents. But still good.” “What happened to them?” Robbie asked quietly. “Dead,” Gavin said in a dull voice. “Long time ago. Still human when it happened. Car accident. I didn’t know what to do. After. Then I was wolf. Then I was Omega. And now I’m here.” All those years broken down into a few short sentences. I wondered if I would ever know all that had happened to him or if it would be locked away in his mind. Memories hurt when you let them.

Falling in love creates beauty in every facet of life. A hovering bee, a gentle flowing creek, pale blue sky, the crinkle at the corner of an old woman’s eye, bare feet on velvet moss, a songbird in a bush, even the howl of a far away wolf become so beautiful to those finding a new love. It was like that for Sassy and Hanlon, everything seemed sharper and clearer. It was like a new view of the world that they had never known existed had opened up to them. Doug Hiser Montana Mist

I leaned against the SUV he was working on. “So….” “So?” he asked, looking back down at the tablet. “How rich are we?” He snorted. “Get back to work.” And I was going to do just that, except that Kelly Bennett decided to appear right at that moment. Wearing a deputy’s uniform. Tight green pants with a tan button-up shirt that pulled against his torso. He had a mic clipped near his shoulder and a black utility belt around his waist. He wasn’t carrying a gun, but I barely noticed because at that exact moment, I discovered my legs decided to quit working and I tripped and fell into the side of the SUV. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at me. “Sorry,” I said quickly, using the SUV to pull myself back up. And immediately hit the top of my head on the open hood. “Son of a bitch.” “What are you doing?” Gordo asked slowly. I laughed wildly. “Nothing! It’s nothing. Just… don’t even worry about it.” He turned toward the front of the garage. “Oh no,” he said when he saw who was standing there. “Not this again.” He pointed the tablet at Kelly. “I swear to god, if I find an animal carcass brought here at any point, I will make both your lives a living hell. Do you understand me? I’m getting too old for this shit.” “I can’t believe we have to watch this all over again,” Chris said to Tanner. “It was bad enough the first time. Remember when Robbie figured out that he wanted to put himself all over Kelly?” “Yeah,” Tanner said. “How could I forget? We had to tell Ms. Martin that her side mirror was broken by accident instead of telling her the truth, that Robbie got a weird wolf boner and forgot his own strength.” “Maybe it’ll be like it was with Ox and Joe,” Rico said, tapping a socket wrench against his hand. “Mini muffins, you know? I ate, like, ten of them.” Chris looked scandalized. “You did what? That was one of their mystical moon magic presents! You don’t touch another man’s mystical moon magic present, Rico. They could have killed you, or worse, gotten confused and made you their mate.” He frowned. “Are there werewolf threesomes? That sounds complicated. Too many limbs. I don’t know anything about being a wolf.

There was a bird in the oak tree to the east, the water on the property was higher, the sound of the creek was two percent louder, two squirrels were playing on the other side of the house… We should eat them. His wolf noticed everything. It was pretty Goddamn annoying during peacetime.

You don’t get to decide what you’re worth because you obviously don’t know. You don’t get to decide that anymore because you have no fucking idea that you’re worth everything. What do you think this is? A joke? A decision I made for the hell of it? It’s not. It’s not destiny, Ox. You’re not bound by this. Not yet. There’s a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don’t choose me, then that’s your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that’s what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side than you. It’s you, Ox. For me, it’s always been you.” So I said, “Okay, Joe.” I looked up at him. His wolf was close to the surface. And he said, “Okay?” I said, “Okay. Okay. I don’t know if I see the things you do.” “I know.” “And I don’t know if I’ll be good enough.” “I know you will,” he said, eyes flashing orange. “But I promised you. I said it will always be you and me.” His face stuttered a bit, and he said, “You did. You promised me. You promised.

Keep believing,” Nita said, smiling. “He’s the only thing that will get us through the bad times. We can’t see the whole picture the way He can—thank goodness! Why, I daresay that if we could see our future, it would likely scare us to death. That’s why we’re told to take one day at a time and not to worry about tomorrow.

Because you still have that,” he said, pointing toward the wolf. “You kept it secret. You kept it safe.” “It was important,” I muttered. “I had this cubbyhole in the back of my closet in the compound. I hid it away.” “Like a hole in a tree.” I closed my eyes. “Yeah. I guess.” “And no one was able to take it from you.” “No.” “Good,” he said. “And I know you’re still you, Robbie. I know it with everything I have, because that’s not your wolf. It’s Kelly’s.” I took in a stuttering breath. He was in front of me then, and he bent over, trailing his nose along my hairline to my ear. “You took it with you wherever you went,” he whispered. “Because you loved it so and couldn’t bear to leave it behind. With you, it was safe. With you, he was safe. After he was taken from your mind, part of you still held on. Even if you can’t remember anything else, remember that. I asked you once why you carried it with you all the time. You said it was because you never thought you could have something so special, and you needed to remind yourself that it was real.” He kissed my forehead and let me be, closing the door behind him. I sat there for a long time, the wolf of stone in my hands.

I never wanted it to end. I wondered if it felt like this the first time. Seeing him. Really seeing him. He wiped his eyes. “You really want to know, don’t you.” “Yeah.” “Why?” I gave in. I couldn’t not. I reached over and put my hand on his knee. He tensed briefly but settled when I curled my fingers over his leg, just letting my hand rest there. I couldn’t look at him. I thought my face was on fire. He said, “That’s….” His voice broke. He cleared his throat. “After the hunters came, something shifted. Between us. I don’t know how or why exactly. You stopped being weird around me.” “Seems like I’ve picked that right up again.” He chuckled. “A little. It’s okay, though. It’s like… a beginning. You came to me one day. You were sweating. I remember thinking something bad had happened because you kept wringing your hands until I thought you were going to break your bones. I asked you what was wrong. And you know what you said? “Probably something stupid.” “You said that you didn’t think you could ever give up on me. That no matter how long it took, you would be there until I told you otherwise. That you weren’t going to push me for anything but you thought I should know that you had… intentions.” “Oh dear god,” I said in horror. “And that worked?” Kelly snorted, and I felt his hand on the back of mine. “Not quite. But what you said next did.” I looked over at him. “What did I say?” He was watching me with human eyes, and I thought I could love him. I saw how easy it could be. I didn’t, not yet, but oh, I wanted to. “You said you thought the world of me. That we’d been through so much and you couldn’t stand another day if I didn’t know that. You told me that you were a good wolf, a strong wolf, and if I’d only give you a chance, you’d make sure I’d never regret it.” I had to know. “Have you?” “No,” he whispered. “Not once. Not ever.” He looked away. “It was good between us. We took it slow. You smiled all the time. You brought me flowers once. Mom was pissed because you ripped them up from her flower bed and there were still roots and dirt hanging from the bottom, but you were so damn proud of yourself. You said it was romantic. And I believed you.” He plucked a blade of grass and held it in the palm of his hand. “There was something… I don’t know. Endless. About you and me.” He took my hand off his knee and turned it over. He set the blade of grass in my palm and closed his hand over mine. He looked toward the sky and the stars through the canopy of leaves. “We came here sometimes. Just the two of us. And you would pretend to know all the stars. You would make up stories that absolutely weren’t true, and I remember looking at you, thinking how wonderful it was to be by your side. And if we were lucky, there’d be—ah. Look. Again.” His voice was wet and soft, and it cracked me right down the middle. Fireflies rose around us, pulsing slowly. At first there were only two or three, but then more began to hang heavy in the air. They were yellow-green, and I wondered how this could be real. Here. Now. This moment. How I ever could have forgotten this. Forgotten him. It had to have been the strongest magic the world had ever known. That was the only way I’d have ever left his side. He reached out with his other hand, quick and light, and snatched a firefly out of the air. He was careful not to crush it. He leaned his head toward mine like he was about to tell me a great secret. Instead he opened his hand between us. The firefly lay near the bottom of his ring finger. Its shell was black with a stripe down the middle. It barely moved. “Just wait,” Kelly whispered. I did. It only took a moment. The firefly pulsed in his hand. “There it is,” he said. He pulled away and lifted his hand. The firefly took to its wings, lifting off and flying away. He stared after it. I only had eyes for him.

Sorry about this,” Kelly said as Ox and Joe looked on. I said nothing. Kelly closed the line of silver, trapping me in the basement once again. Ox nodded at me before heading toward the stairs. Joe said, “Your tether.” Ox stopped, but he didn’t turn around. Joe said, “Who is it?” I scowled at him. “Fuck you.” “Simple question.” “None of your business.” “Joe,” Ox said. Joe ignored him. “Is it still your mother?” Little wolf, little wolf, can’t you see? I snarled at him. And Kelly said, “Enough.” Joe left then, followed by Ox. Kelly glared after them before slamming the door shut. I paced back and forth, prowling the edges of the silver line. Kelly hung his head, hands pressed against the door. He took a deep breath before turning around. He picked up his blanket and pulled it around his shoulders. He sat on the floor again, back against the wall. He picked up his book but didn’t open it. I said, “This is all shit,” and “You all act like you know me,” and “You’re fucking with my head, this could all be a lie, everything could be a lie. Please let me go. Please just let me go home. I want to go home. I want to go home.” He didn’t respond, at least not verbally. His chest hitched. I could smell the sting of salt. He blinked rapidly as he looked down at his book. He didn’t turn the page for the longest time.

He gave me his wolf. When he was ten years old. Did you know that?” Robbie made a choked noise, face slack with shock. “I didn;’t know what it meant. Not at the time. But he gave it to me. The day after he met me. Because he knew. And when I found out what it meant, I tried to give it back. I tried to tell him he was wrong. That he’d chosen the wrong person. That I wasn’t good enough for someone like him, someone as smart and brave and kind. And he wouldn’t hear any part of it. Because I was it. He’s already decided that I was it for him.” “I didn’t know that,” Robbie said quietly. “Not that it went back that far.” “There has always been him and me,” I said. “And I think that there always will be, no matter what we decide to do. Even if we’re just friends. Or allies. Or something more, there will always be him and me, because that's what we chose.” “You love him,” Robbie repeated. I didn’t have it in me to deny it. “For a very long time,” I said, staring out to where Joe had disappeared. “I’m sorry,” Robbie said, sounding hurt and confused. “I shouldn’t have--” I held out my arm for him, and he rushed over, curling into my side, his head near my chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist, claws pricking my skin. He trembled as I dropped my arm onto his bare shoulders, running my hand through his hair. We were quiet for a time. Eventually, he sniffed. “So,” he said. “Kelly is kind of cute.” I tilted my head back and laughed

The wolf looked back down at me, eyes flashing red. He pressed his nose against my forehead and huffed. "My," I choked out, "What big eyes __" He bumped his snout against my head and I took that for what it was. The wolf (Thomas Thomas Thomas) cocked his head at me. And I said, "So this is a thing." Gordo snorted behind me. "I don't think I'm dreaming," I said. "You're not," Gordo said. "Okay. You have shiny arms because you're a wizard." I didn't look away from the wolf, who huffed again, like I'd said something funny. "Witch," Gordo said. "And I don't have shiny arms." "Thanks a lie," I muttered. "You're your own flashlight," That's what you're focusing on? You find out the Bennetts are werewolves and you think about my shiny arms?

Progress? Of course, this is progress; but, whether backward or forward, had better be decided sixty years hence. And, just what has happened to the obscure valley of Marsh Creek, is happening today, on a larger scale, all over the land. It is the same old story of grab and greed. Let us go on the "make" today, and "whack up" tomorrow; cheating each other as villainously as we may, and posterity be d—d. "What's all the w-u-u-rld to a man when his wife is a widdy?" This is the moral: From Maine to Montana; from the Adirondacks to Alaska; from the Yosemite to the Yellowstone, the trout-hog, the deer-wolf, the netter, the skin-hunter, each and all have it their own way; and the law is a farce—only to be enforced where the game has vanished forever.

Shut up!” he cried. “You know what? No. You don’t get to decide what you’re worth because you obviously don’t know. You don’t get to decide that anymore because you have no fucking idea that you’re worth everything. What do you think this is? A joke? A decision I made just for the hell of it? It’s not. It’s not destiny, Ox. You’re not bound by this. Not yet. There’s a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don’t choose me, then that’s your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that’s what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side than you. It’s you, Ox. For me, it’s always been you.

I haven't been a kid for a very long time, Ox. That was taken away from me the first time he made me scream into the phone so my mom could hear it as he broke my fingers. I haven't been a kid since he ripped it from me and made me into something else. I know what this is. I know what I'm doing. Yes, I'm seventeen years old, but I knew the day I met you that I would do anything for you. I would do anything to make you happy because no one had ever smelled like you did. It was candy canes and pinecones. It was epic and awesome. And it was home. You smelled like my home, Ox. I'd forgotten what that was like, okay? I'd forgotten that because he took it away from me and I couldn't find it again until I found you. So don't you sit there and say I'm only seventeen. My father gave Mom his wolf when he was seventeen. It's not just a matter of age, Ox. It's when you know.

And then, of course, Carter and Kelly appeared, on their run. They stopped and stared at us. We stared back. I felt guilty. Because their underage brother was shirtless and it probably smelled like a whorehouse where we stood. Kelly said, “This is awkward.” I said, “Nothing happened!” … Joe said, “I’m going to kill him a bear.” There was more staring. Kelly said, “I’m so uncomfortable right now.” I said, “Put your clothes back on.” … Joe said, “Or maybe a deer.” All the staring. Kelly said, “I hope you both know you’re ruined life for me.” I said, “Your shirt, Joe. Put on your shirt.” And then, just because hew was a dick, Carter said, “It’s a good think I popped Ox’s gay kissing cherry like years ago. You’re welcome.” Joe roarded and Carter laughed and took off, Joe’s shirt falling to the ground and his shorts tearing as he shifted into his wolf. They too=k off through the trees, Joe snarling and howling in anger. Kelly and I stood on the road. “So,” I said. “Yeah,” Kelly said. “Is he really going to kill a bear.” Kelly snorted, “Probably. Now that you’ve made out with Carter.” “I didn’t make out with Carter!: “But you kissed him?” “He kissed me.” “I really don't see the difference.” “He;’s straight.” Kelly arched an eyebrow at me. “I don't know if werewolves identify as anything but fluid.” “But ...he said… he told me--” Kelly rolled his eyes. I don't know anything about werewolves.

She slipped into the shadows and waited, like a she-wolf, for her quarry. Bay caught her breath when Owen Blackthorne stepped into the cool night air. He was close enough to touch. His shaggy black hair looked rumpled, as though he’d shoved both hands through it in agitation. When he started to move off the porch, Bay reached out and grasped his sleeve. A second later she was slammed back against the wall, a powerful male hand at her throat choking her. She could feel the heat of him, the solid maleness of him. And panicked. She clawed at Owen’s flesh with her nails and drove her knee upward toward his genitals. Her thrust her upraised knee aside, and the full weight of his over-six-foot frame shoved hard against her from shoulders to thighs. Bay froze, staring up at him in mute horror. Her body trembled in shock. She tried to speak, but there was no air to be had beneath the crushing pressure of his grip on her throat. “What the hell . . .?” He released her throat and grabbed her arms to yank her into the narrow stream of light from the kitchen doorway. She gasped a breath of air, coughed, then gasped another, pressing a shaky hand to her injured throat. She wrenched to free herself, but he let her go without a struggle and took a wary step back. She rubbed her arms where he’d held her, wishing she’d approached him more directly. “What are you doing out here, Mizz Creed?” His voice was clipped but controlled. The violence she’d felt in his touch was still there in his eyes, which glittered with hostility. “It’s Dr. Creed,” she rasped, glaring back at him. He lifted a black brow. “Well, Dr. Creed.” She opened her mouth to say I need your help. But the words wouldn’t come. There was nothing wrong with her voice. She just hated the thought of asking a Blackthorne for anything. “I haven’t got all night,” he said. “There’s an emergency at the barn—” “Ruby’s foal has already been delivered safely,” she said. “I made up that story because I wanted to speak privately with you.

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You need to be careful out here, Ms. Sinclair. Smoke is tame, but there are lots of animals around that aren’t. This is grizzly country. There are black bears and moose. If you’re going to go hiking, you had better take someone with you who knows the terrain. “Funny, I must have missed the line of people offering to take me on a sight-seeing trip.” He started to speak and for a moment she thought he meant to volunteer for the job. Instead, he clamped down on his jaw. “Come on. I’ll walk you back to the cabin.” They weren’t very far away, but she didn’t point that out, just let him fall in behind her as she made her way back down the trail. She could feel him there, just behind her shoulders, purposely curbing his longer strides to keep from overrunning her shorter ones. As soon as they reached the bottom of the hill, he whistled to his dog, who had run off after a squirrel. “Remember what I said. Be careful out here.” She didn’t answer, since she had no desire to do battle with a moose or a bear, and instead watched his tall figure retreat out of sight down the path beside the creek. Call Hawkins was truly an enigma. Charity wondered if there was anyone else in his life besides the wolf-dog he kept for a pet.

Abigail and Tabitha,

Clouds hung low and heavy over the valley, their gray-bottomed cotton hiding the peaks of the white-capped Montana Rockies. The Pine Creek Lake werewolves lived high in the Absarokas, south of Livingston, in a smattering of stout log cabins surrounding the main lodge. A couple of adolescents, in wolf form, were dashing about, trying to get the last bit of their energy out before the storm came. Most of the adults were already inside except a few in human form, like Mark, doing the final checks of the area, making sure all of the cabins had adequate firewood and the guiding ropes were strung from door to door in case someone needed to get to a neighboring cabin in whiteout conditions.

There was a part of me that wanted to chase after him and beg him to let us go back to where things were before we went to Wolf Creek.

My mom was a different person. This wasn’t the woman I’d known most of my life. She was the faded childhood memory of the woman who read me stories and waded into the creek with me looking for fish. I supposed she’d always been there, but she’d been lost, overtaken by the toxin and the other cocktail of substances she used to mask the pain.

deep down, it’s every girl’s fantasy to be fucked by the big, bad wolf.

What’s so special about her?” There were a dozen answers I could give them. She’s half-witch. She’s hiding from something. She’s starving. She’s alone. She needs us. But the truth was a lot simpler, boiled down to two simple words my wolf barked at me, and was completely out of the question to admit to myself or anyone else. She’s mine.

Toss me to the wolves and watch me come out leading the pack.

No, they would kill for me. The thought is sobering. Fire is for rookies.

he seemed all hat and no cattle.

For just a moment, time stopped as they shared an intense awareness of each other, of what they were about to do. There was an invisible web building between them, the mating bond. Donovan could feel it, could feel Jim, down to the depths of his soul.

Dear Reader, I hope you’re enjoying our time in Wolf Creek. I certainly am. I appreciate so much all your wonderful comments on the books so far. Lord willing, I’ll keep trying to write about imperfect people who may have lost their way but find it again, stories that uplift and resonate with you in some way.

I didn’t know if it was because I was the oldest virgin or because my mate was human.

Look at me, Meg,” he said in that deep voice. “Who do you see?” “What?” She frowned, unsure of what he was doing and wondering at the sorrow reflected in his eyes. “Who do you see standing here?” What did he want from her? she wondered in confusion. “I see you,” she said at last. “Ace Allen.” “Exactly. You see the mixed-breed ex-convict who killed two men. I’ll always be sorry for that, but if you never believe anything else about me, you can believe that I would never deliberately harm a hair on your head.

Some wounds are so great that the only way to survive is to lock them up in a little box and put them somewhere deep inside,

In the instant that it took her to realize what the book was, she knew he was doing what she once had—preparing for the day by spending time with God. She wondered what the words he was singing meant. Were they in Gaelic or Cherokee? It really didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were words of praise and probably thankfulness. What mattered was that he was the kind of man who spent time with his Creator.

People are people, Meg, no matter what their skin color is or how much money they have or what country they come from. We all breathe and feel joy and pain. We all hate and love and laugh and cry and bleed. And no matter how different we may be on the outside, God loves us all and never leaves us.

Ace had built a small fire and was sitting with his forearms draped over his upraised knees. He must have sensed her presence because he glanced over his shoulder with a sharp jerk of his head. In profile, he was the image of hidden power and fierce beauty. She realized that he must have bathed in the chilly waters of the creek, because

We love each other, and that is a rare and wonderful thing. It may never happen to either of us again, and I’m not going to let him toss it away because of what people might say. We have to trust that the Lord will give us enough love and courage and patience to weather any storms that come our way.

Meg was surprised at how grown up he sounded as he thanked God not only for the food, their house and all the animals, but also for Nita and Ace. When he prayed for Ace to come home, Meg couldn’t help the rush of tears or the way her breath caught at the knowledge that Teddy had come to look up to Ace, to depend on him. To love him. And no wonder. Ace had been more of a father to him than Elton had ever been. She dreaded the day Teddy realized that Ace wasn’t coming back.

I’m the son of Yancy and Nita Allen, but more importantly, I’m a child of God. I realized that none of the rest of it was that important. Most days, that’s enough. Sometimes I still fall into that trap of feeling sorry for myself, but it doesn’t last long.

In that moment, she knew that whether or not it was too soon, she loved him. Now and forever.

she started taking her coffee and Bible with her to the back porch first thing in the mornings. She hoped the quiet time while the children still slept would give her the optimistic attitude she needed to tackle the day ahead. She was a little surprised at how easily she fell back into her old routine and amazed that with every faltering prayer and every moment she spent with the Word, she felt more peace and strength filling her.

In short, I don’t need a man to take care of me, but I want one. I want you. I want you for my husband and a father for the two children I have and for any that we might have.

How can I be sure it won’t happen again?” she demanded. “By letting your heart heal and being careful not to rush into anything. By finding a man who will treat you with the love and respect you deserve.

The sad truth was that he feared he would never marry and have a family of his own. Meg was the only woman since his wild youth that made his blood sing. She was the only woman who made him want to be better, stronger. She was the only woman whose spirit cried out to him. For her sake, no matter how much he suffered, he had to ignore the call.

Nathan whispered close to her face, “Just a kiss my ass.

Think, guys. What was strange about the story Uncle Goerge told us?" "That a woman outsmarted the men", Mike said. For which he received a scowl that did a thunderstorm justice.

Construction sure does a body good. - Anna

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