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342 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 31, 2010

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not a bad re-read*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
This review is purely for me and does contain spoilers and lots of facts from the book to keep myself in the know at all time. It's also incredibly long and really detailed.
“How disgusting,” she replied wryly.
Jaeden shrugged, her smile sheepish. “I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s a little hot?”
She guffawed. “No. We live in the twenty-first century. And we’re lykans. We don’t need any man to take care of us.”
Jaeden didn’t look convinced. “Sorry. I just think it’s kind of nice that they care enough to want to smash some human jerk’s face in when he gets a little too friendly.”
“Well it was embarrassing.”

Jaeden laughed under her breath. “Caia, it's called a crush. Believe me, Ryder makes me feel the same horrible mixture of happiness and despair. Add a pinch of lykan volatility and you've got yourself the teenage hormonal party from Hades.”

She knew only that a member of the Midnight Coven had targeted her and her parents, and that the pack had been thrown into a miniature war with a man they called The Hunter.

“Good to know in times of war you can’t bluff for shit.”

“And like many wars it was built upon a mindless prejudice.”

“Who do you think would win in a fight? Lucien,” he indicated their Pack Leader with a tild of his head, “or Lucian?” her referred to the 'lycan' leader of the film franchise.





Something inside Lucien split open.
With a shock of awareness that set him back on his heels, Lucien realized that all he wanted in this life … was to melt into the darkness with her.
“Let’s get this straight,” he snarled. “I don’t care how angry you are with me, you are mine, Caia, and I will kill anyone who takes what’s mine.”
“You'll protect my Caia.”

Suddenly Magnus looked up at him and turned the young lykan towards him. “Caia,” Magnus’ voice rumbled in the room, “I’d like to introduce you to Lucien: Pack Leader.”
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“And how’s that?”
“Well, generally to be angry at someone they have to have done something to upset or hurt you, and to be able to upset or hurt someone means you having to have meant something to them in the first place.”
"Cy,"he whispered and her eyes caught his again. "I love you, Cy."
"Don't," she choked on her tears. "You're going to be OK."
He smirked, "I love you anyway."
"I love you too," she whispered.
"That's good."
A deep silence settled on the truck and Caia began to shake with exhaustion and fear.
"Like a friend, Cy?" Sebastian whispered suddenly and then winced.
"What?"
"Love me like a friend. You?"
She nodded, unable to lie to him even now. But his eyes never dimmed, "That's enough for me."
“The door was thrown open, his tall, gangly assistant almost falling into the room in his hurry to get to him.
“The spell!” he heaved, as he lunged at him, out of breath.
“You’ve been running?” he asked him incredulously, following the trail of sweat that trickled down his assistant’s forehead.
He nodded, bending over, his hands braced on his knees as he tried to regain composure. “I…I…I still…haven’t haaaa…mastered the communication spell you gave me.” He gulped for air again, wheezing as he flopped down beside him.
“Well obviously you rushed with a purpose. Spit it out, Lars.”
Lars turned to him now, his eyes bright with excitement. “The protection spell is down. She’s unprotected.”
His eyes blazed with the news. “You’re certain?”
“Positive. I’ve been on Marion duty for two years. Her protection spell on the girl has been dropped.”
His smile of triumph was slow and predatory. “Do you know what this means?”
“It’s time?”
“Activate our agent.”
--- page 23, Lunarmorte by Sam Young