Yeah. I noticed.

The wolves wait for you, little lamb.

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie.

Trenta passi furono sufficienti per raggiungere la meta: in mezzo a una radura trovarono il corpo martoriato della strega. Era circondato da sei dei suoi gatti, impalati tutt’intorno nella piccola radura. L’odore acre del sangue...

No matter what happened, there was always one thing Isla could rely on: the sheer arrogance of male wolves. That, and their overriding assumption all females found them irresistible and were desperate to get them...

Every girl dreams of waking up one day, a princess. Until that day kicks you in the face, wearing steel toed boots.

Gavin, Logan, Calix. Was there a sale on trendy names when they were born, or something?

Don’t mind him. Logan is what happens when kids don’t get hugged enough.