Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it.

Sean settles swiftly behind me, and I'm startled by the sudden closeness of him, my back suddenly warm against his chest, the press of his hips on against me. i turn to ask him a question, and he jerks his face away from the proximity of mine. I say, "Oh. Sorry.

Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.

Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.

I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.