Rose Wynters

Everything good or bad in my life had started and ended within the limits of that town. It was over now, though, and a new chapter was beginning. Nothing would ever be the same as it had been before. I just hoped this chapter wouldn't be the final one in the book.

This life has no meaning to me now. Do not grieve for me, my dear. Up until the moment I lost her, I had a wonderful life. These moments now are the ones that are hard. I__ eager to depart this world and rejoin her in the next. Then, and only then, will I finally be at peace.

Ian's eyes settled on him, his expression grim. He bypassed everything, coming to a stop in front of the nervous young male. __ want all of your medicines to relieve fever, including liquids and capsules. Plus, I want a thermometer, the best one you have, and make sure it's not rectal._ He narrowed his eyes at the wide-eyed clerk in front of him. __ don't do rectal, and I won't use anything that involves an ass.

The preacher released a pent-up breath as he sagged in relief. __hank God he's gone._ His eyes narrowed at Alexander as he bit out, __id you know that man had the nerve to lasso me while I was out in the woods?

Orlando had a Pinto, a car that hadn't been in existence for thirty-plus years. He still hadn't figured out why a strong, strapping werewolf would want one. Orlando said it was because he'd customized it. Painted pink with purple stripes, the younger male could often be found cruising up and down the streets of Wolf Town, with his terrible music blaring out of the windows. The car was a ticking time bomb. Already, more than one werewolf had offered to blow it up. Orlando better enjoy it, Connor doubted he would have it for very much longer.

Oh, girl! He's got a big one,_ the fortune teller exclaimed, her dark eyes briefly flickering up to Violet's face before returning back to the cards spread out in front of her. She paused for a moment as she studied them, her pointer finger tapping against her jaw. Finally, she added, __ust like a summer sausage, and I'm not talking about the snack-sized ones. And it's attached to a body that could put Dwayne Johnson to shame. What women could resist a package like that? I'd say the future is definitely going to be bright... at least for you.

Friends, huh?_ She shook Vincent's hand, but lingered with Peter, giving him a sexy smile. She quickly took in his blond-haired good looks. __f I had a friend like you, I'm not sure I would ever leave the house,_ she continued, her voice slightly hoarse and extremely sexy.

What the hell?_ Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine.

He slammed the door shut in Ian's face, the lock clicking into place. Ian hit it again with his fist before roaring, __f I were a pervert, I'd be looking for something a damn bit more attractive than you, jackass. And definitely someone that smelled alive.

You pay for that,_ he told Ian as he hopped off the hood. __ou pay for that, now.__an and Peter ignored him, circling around the car. The passenger jumped out and ran off at a sprint, as if the very hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. The taxi driver watched him go and stamped his foot in rage. __ou pay for him, too,_ he yelled at the men, seething in anger.

At the last moment, Kellan swerved around him, quickly leaving the zombie behind. __hy didn't you just hit him?_ Jayden asked, turning to look behind us as we sped away. I did, too. The zombie spun around as he immediately started to follow us. __ didn't want to mess up my paint job,_ Kellan sarcastically replied as he turned on the street that would lead us to the store. __lus, I just washed it.

Arch turned and looked at Ian. The other man was fiddling with the neckline of his shirt. __ou're just jealous, Ian, and wishing you had a soul mate of your own. In fact, I don't think any woman will be safe until you get one._ Ian shot him an unamused look at his words.

I'm transferring Ian down to New Orleans to assist with this,_ Arch said as he looked at both men. __ would send Shayne, but Anna won't let him go anywhere without her. They're still in the honeymoon phase._ He made a quote motion with his fingers. Peter and Vincent exchanged horrified looks, before Peter responded. __lease, don't put us through that torture.

Was he hitting some type of werewolf midlife crisis? First, he'd left Wolf Town, and now he was envisioning a mate. What next? Bird watching? Board games? Retirement homes?

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the blood. As odd as it sounds, I felt irritated. I'd just cleaned that glass when I first came in on my shift today. Knowing Jim, he'd make me clean them again before I could go home. After he chewed me out, of course.

You, sir, are not only a selfish asshole, but you're a coward. You didn't have the balls to stand and fight for what was yours, instead you chose to flee and force others into a fight that wasn't even theirs to begin with.

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

His red eyes swung in my direction. Without a second glance, he released the dead man's body. It hit the ground with a loud thump, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He was already dead, but even if he wasn't, there wasn't a thing in this world I could do for him. My death was waiting in those red eyes as well, if I didn't figure out how to save myself in the next few seconds.