If There Was Such Evil In The

Adam Swore Harshly. "new Werewolves Are Dangerous, Woman. Especially When They Are Cold And Hungry." He Looked At Mac, And His Voice Changed Completely, The Heat And Anger Gone, "mercy, Come Here." I Didn't Look Down To See What He'd Noticed In Mac's Face. I Took A Step, But Mac Was Wrapped Around My Left Leg. I Stopped Before I Fell. "uhm. I'm A Little Stuck For The Moment.

Mercy," Said My Mother Thoughtfully, "you Never Told Me Your Werewolf Neighbor Was Quite That Hot.

He Sighed. " I Don't Think An Apology Will Do, Mercy. Because An Apology Implies That You Wouldn't Do It Again. And, Under The Circumstances, You Wouldn't Do Anything Differently, Would You?" "no.

When Life Doesn't Meet Your Expectations, It Was Important To Take It With Grace.

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