Lindsay

“What, Tough Girl's crying now? What a pansy," cracked Michael.
"Watch it, dude," Dylan said softly. "Don't fuck with her when she's crying.”
― Kinsey W. Holley, Yours, Mine and Howls

“I keep warning and warning, and nobody seems willing to listen. One of these days someone is going to wake up to the fact that I'm serious when I say never to attack my sister without looking over your shoulder for me. (Rhoan)”
― Keri Arthur

“Ally said if I let you out of bed she'd kill me."
"Ally's not your Alpha, wolf." Some of his strength had returned but not enough to intimidate his second, who knew it.
"Yeah, well, my Alpha can't do much to me right now, but his mate kind of scares me. There's something strange about that chick, Cade."
"I know. I don't care.”
― Kinsey W. Holley, Yours, Mine and Howls

“So, now he's driving around with a little boy and a dead girl..." he prompted.
"Yeah, a dead girl in the back seat and a catatonic little boy up front." She paused. "He did pretty good considering."
She took a deep breath. "And right after he crossed the Sabine River, just outside of Orange, I sat up."
"You what? You just sat up?" He almost laughed at the image it conjured. This shouldn't be funny, not even in a gallows humor sort of way.
"Yeah. I don't think I remembered, just at that moment, that I'd been dead. I sat up, saw them and said, 'Why is Dylan in the front seat?'"
"First thing back from the dead, you start bitching?”
― Kinsey W. Holley, Yours, Mine and Howls