The Elders Were Closer To The Maker

We’d Spent Years As Adversaries, Two Predators Sharing Territory And A Certain, Unwelcome Attraction. Somehow, During All Those Years I Spent Outwardly Acquiescing To His Demands While Making Sure I Held My Own, I’d Won His Respect. I’d Had Werewolves Love Me And Hate Me, But I’d Never Had One Respect Me Before. Not Even Samuel. Adam Respected Me Enough To Act On My Suspicions. It Meant A Lot.

Then He'd Come Back Home And Found Out That War Didn't Cause Fear- Love Did.

Hard Truths Can Be Dealt With, Triumphed Over, But Lies Will Destroy Your Soul.

He Was Obviously Dead. But Since He Was A Vampire That Wasn't As Hopless A Thing As It Might Have Been.

Mine, ... Mine Is What She Is.