“And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.”
“in all the years we spend together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen her and that she had chosen me as well.”
“There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will”
“...she felt about reading what some writers felt about writing: that it was impossible not to do it and that at this late stage of her life she had been chosen to read as others were chosen to write.”
“And Lexi had to deal with that fact. She had to deal with knowing that he hadn't chosen her. He didn't want her.”
“His gentleness twined another tendril around her heart, until she was so entangled in him, she knew she’d never break free. For the first time in her life, her wolf had chosen. And it had chosen this lone wolf. “You have me,” she whispered. All of me.”