Kinsey W. Holley

“They hobbled to the bathroom, Cade's arm around Michael's shoulder, Michael's arm around Cade's waist.'She killed the wolf,' Cade panted.'I know.' Michael grunted under the weight of Cade's body. 'It bothers me.''She can see in the dark.''That bothers me, too.''When she slammed the door, the house shook.''Bothering me.''She runs almost as fast as I do.''Bothering the fuck out of me.''She called me baby.''Oh, well then, we've got nothing to worry about, do we? Hope she's not the jealous type. Wouldn't want her breaking my neck if she catches us in the shower together.''Shut the fuck up and help me get undressed.”

“So, now he's driving around with a little boy and a dead girl..." he prompted."Yeah, a dead girl in the back seat and a catatonic little boy up front." She paused. "He did pretty good considering."She took a deep breath. "And right after he crossed the Sabine River, just outside of Orange, I sat up.""You what? You just sat up?" He almost laughed at the image it conjured. This shouldn't be funny, not even in a gallows humor sort of way."Yeah. I don't think I remembered, just at that moment, that I'd been dead. I sat up, saw them and said, 'Why is Dylan in the front seat?'""First thing back from the dead, you start bitching?”

“Ally said if I let you out of bed she'd kill me.""Ally's not your Alpha, wolf." Some of his strength had returned but not enough to intimidate his second, who knew it."Yeah, well, my Alpha can't do much to me right now, but his mate kind of scares me. There's something strange about that chick, Cade.""I know. I don't care.”

“What, Tough Girl's crying now? What a pansy," cracked Michael."Watch it, dude," Dylan said softly. "Don't fuck with her when she's crying.”