“He smiled halfheartedly. Then he frowned. "But isn't it more dangerous than that? In all the stories, they say that it's too hard. . . they lose control. . . people die. . ”

“Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?""Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined.”

“Is he your warden now too? You know I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and-"Okay!" I cut him off, and then shoved his arm. "Time for the werewolf to get out!”

“It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen... ”

“Jacob stared for another minute, and then he suddenly frowned. "Well, damn!" he growled.”

“Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?" he murmured, leaning closer to me as he spoke, his dark golden eyes piercing.I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me."You're doing it again," I muttered.His eyes opened wide with surprise. "What?""Dazzling me," I admitted, trying to concentrate as I looked back at him."Oh." He frowned."It's not your fault," I sighed. "You can't help it.”

“I know you're frustrated that he's keeping you locked up like this, but don't give him too bad a time when he gets back. He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you.”