When a Wolf Loves the Moon (Drew Collins, #3)

by Granger

“Get out of here! Go! I swear if I had a firecracker, I would hang you upside down and watch the fourth of July come out of your ass! Go! Learn how to talk to women!”

I cut the sink on, wanting to roll my eyes as I washed my hands. I smiled at the playful water art of tiny fish and shells spilling out of the faucet before turning into water against my skin. The art students here never ceased to amaze me.

Don’t let your past make you miss present opportunities to grow for the future.

“It’s always something,” I complained. “We’re always in the middle of some mess. If it wasn’t the girls around the tree chanting murder, murder, kill. It's this old aggy bitch.”

“The thing about those who come down to earth as humans…they never want to be found out.” Souxie closed her eyes again. “The longer they stay human, the longer they can maintain on earth as such…I noticed when I don’t see the moon…it's because she’s right here beside me.”