Turning on him, she placed her hands on her hips, glad he was still sitting. 'You keep telling me that I need to be sure, but I'm starting to think this is all your bullshit, Ryan O'Callaghan.' His eyes widened a fraction, but she continued, letting the steam that had been building inside her break free just a tiny bit. 'I know what I want and I'm not going to beg you to mate with me.

Her dark eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she stared up at me. 'You are a moon child. She calls to you.

Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.

She was just...Hurt. And tired of feeling as if she wasn't good enough to officially mate with. It was no wonder her wolf was going insane.

Her soft lips met mine over and over, scorching my soul as she gradually pulled back. 'If I had known werewolves were such great kissers, I would've found one much sooner.

An army of disciplined sheep is greater than an army of undisciplined wolves.

I buried my fingers in her thick, silky hair. Her teeth brushed my neck, her scent filling my lungs, and I tightened my grip, growling against her ear. 'Dream come true.

We aren't taught to mourn. We're told to forget.

Wolves are social. They need their pack.

I hated being imprisoned in my own home, my wolf hated it.