From my book "Lobisón"..."When the beast confronts you...you must stare it in the eyes...hold your ground...and take-it-down."Jackson Keller, Lobisón's protagonist.

Don’t make light of werewolves, Jessica,' Luke said in a quiet voice. 'They’re very serious business.

Hypothetically speaking let's say you were dreaming, what would happen next?

I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. They pulled me amongst them, into space and memories.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

The girl remains on the ground. He looks at her and she looks at him and the air feels at once static and loaded, as if there is some kind of undersound his ear can't quite decipher. Like after a bell rings. That's how it is between them. There is something celestial about her, her skin a pale color, but a paleness of the softest gray-white imaginable, as if she had been soaking for years in a bath of moonlight.

Cooper! Help!'The coward turned and walked into the kitchen as if he hadn't seen me getting frogmarched by the estrogen squad.

A boot up the ass could be considered a 'nudge' right?