"Fine, but if you get yourself killed I reserve the right to flush your ashes down the toilet while I sing the theme from Titanic."

"Sally did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out at her best friend."

"She stopped and looked at him when she heard a low growl."You've kissed someone?"Sally tried to hold back the snort of laughter that bubble out. "Of course. I'm eighteen, Costin. Only having kissed one guy by eighteen is pretty darn conservative.""I don't want to know about this guy," Costin frowned. "He won't hold a candle to my kisses anyway."

"In the event of some sort of gathering, if one of the bossy, over bearing, possessive, fur balls has not flipped his switch and attacked some poor young pup in some misguided attempt to protect his woman's virtue, then the night is not yet over."

"Operation 'forget bossy werewolf guy' has been green-lighted?" Sally asked.Jen covered her face and groaned at Sally's words. "Did you seriously just say that? Operation forget bossy werewolf guy? Really, Sally?"Sally nodded in all seriousness."Well, if you're going to call our night out an operation – and you know how I love ops– at least get it right. It's operation 'forget freaking fine, brooding, bossy werewolf guy'," Jen supplied."Good call."