Apache Flower

“Evil had a scent, bitter and pungent, like the scorched earth after a forest fire. I’d been living with the stench long enough to recognize it anywhere.”
― Lisa Kessler, Wolf Moon

“She was going to be pissed when I showed up in the bar tonight, but Bo and Blake were never going to touch her again. Ever.”
― Lisa Kessler, Wolf Moon

“What if once you get to know me, you don’t like what you see?”

He took my hand and lifted it to his battered lips. “I already know you’re the only woman in the world I’d allow myself to get my ass kicked for. I’m pretty sure it can only get better from here.”

I almost smiled. “Ah, so you’re an optimist.”

“Not until I met you.”
― Lisa Kessler, Wolf Moon

“So I could touch some stranger and my wolf would decide he’s ‘the one’?” I shuddered at the thought. “What if I hate him?”

Luke laughed. Deep and warm.

He looked my way. “You won’t hate him. I’ve seen enough of my packmates find the other half of their soul. It’s not always a smooth process, but fate hasn’t messed up even once.” He sobered, his eyes searching mine. “Whoever he is, he’s lucky, and he doesn’t even know it yet.”
― Lisa Kessler, Wolf Moon