“You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of hisexpression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.”

“A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.”

“Dorian’s going to love this.”She glared. “I swear to God, you tell him, and I’ll” — what the hell could you threaten an alpha with?—“I’ll tell Hawke you want to go on daily bonding runs with him.”

“Dorian gave a smug grin. “My mate thinks I'm the most gorgeous leopard she ever saw.”“Show us the footage before your head explodes,” Lucas muttered, but his own cat was grinning to see Dorian so happy. The sentinel had been latent most of his life, unable to shift into leopard form. Now that he could, he did so at every opportunity. “Have you managed to catch a rabbit yet?”A single eloquent finger. “Fuck you.”Lucas snickered. “What about trying for a turtle?”Dorian lunged out of the chair and went for Lucas’s throat.”

“To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. But to run... is that not also a kind of annihilation?”

“Some women,” Dahariel said in that same hard tone devoid of any hint of humanity, “getunder a man’s skin until digging them out makes you bleed.”

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart, he thought as he took the final steps to her. I only bite a little.”