“I once told Ren our story wasn't over.And it's not.Not yet.”

“Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.”

“I have told many, yet when I go down that last trail, I know there will be a thousand stories hammering at my skull, demanding to be told.”

“And yet--we wonder.What if how we are told it happened is not how it happened? What if the story we have been told is just that? A story. Not the truth.”

“You think I don't know that? Our story wasn't supposed to end at all”

“Only Ren wasn't smiling. He was eyeing Connor suspiciously.“What?” Connor asked, frowning at the alpha.“That's my sister,” Ren growled.Connor stared at him. “I know. And I love her.”“Great,” Ren said. “But what are your intentions?”“My intentions?” Connor looked from Ren to Adne, frowning.Ren grinned, showing Connor his sharp canines. “When all this is over, you and I have a lot to talk about, too.”