Only Cowards Torture Women.

There Is Something Incredibly Arousing About Being Wanted. I Pulled My Hand Back And Sucked In A Deep Breath. “adam,” I Said.

A Werewolf Tossed Me Against A Giant Packing Crate While I Was Trying To Rescue A Frightened Young Girl Who'd Been Kidnapped By An Evil Witch And A Drug Lord.

Just As I’ve Always Known There Are Monsters In The World, Monsters And Things Even More Evil, I’ve Always Known That It Is God Who Keeps Evil At Bay.

A Second Floor Window Opened, And Kyle Stuck His Head And Shoulders Out So He Could Look Down At Us. “if You Two Are Finished Playing Cowboy And Indian Out There, Some Of Us Would Like To Get Their Beauty Sleep.” I Looked At Warren. “you Heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me Go To My Little Wigwam And Get ‘um Shut-eye.” “how Come You Always Get To Play The Indian?” Whined Warren, Deadpan. “cause She’s The Indian, White Boy,” Said Kyle.

There Was I Thinking Being A Shifter Had Its Upsides. Looks Like I Was Wrong.