Katherine McIntyre

Why don__ we keep that secret? Hunters will lose their reputations if we__e seen saving puppies and painting flowers.

They shot one of ours._ The lines deepened around his grey eyes. ____ waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew__ blood.

Mislabeled the sign,_ a cocky voice called from the door. __hould read __oggie Daycare_ with the number of pups packed into this place.

He leveled his gaze on her__he intensity there whispering promises she couldn__ fathom__nd she shivered.

You heard Alanna. Someone__ got to be on you at all times._ His dark eyes glinted with a hot sort of mischief, his double entendre clear as day.

When honor and glory get your squad killed and your brothers-in-arms shoved under the rug, you stop believing in the terms.

The shadows along the streets were personal, and, every passing day, they seemed to grow longer and hungrier

No monster would hold the hurt I see in your eyes or carry the guilt you do every day.

Guilt chilled me more than all of this rain combined.

Like a firework, a person__ life flashed brightest right before expiration.

For a long time, Conor had known his father and Liam followed a stricter-than-average code, that their hate shone a little brighter than most, but until today, he__ never seen so clearly what fools they were and how blinded they__ become in their intolerance.

Sierra couldn__ afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a deafening roar.

The rest of them looked proper when they did it, but somehow Edward made even this gesture appear like in seconds he'd rip off her corset and do away with her skirt.

We__ never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

Go figure, that happened to be his same style of flirtation as well__nnoy her half to death until, before she could stop herself, she confessed her deep darks and bonded with him to a degree she never had before.

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.

Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.

Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.