It's entirely possible that there are memories you have buried or repressed, memories formed when you were too young to have a conscious recollection of them, that Brother Jeremiah can reach. It could help us a great deal.

Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.

The sound of your voice makes the chaos around me vanish. The smell of your hair calms my soul. The sight of your smile tames the wolf inside of me, and touching your skin…” He glanced at our joined hands. “Touching your skin makes the broken parts of me whole.” - Aren from Hunter's Moon

Patra is going to be pissed." Cory says, with a half smirk. Then she holds out the bottle of creamer and says, "Fix it." “Fix what? Cory! Are you really going to ignore what just happened? Thatsuck face just threatened to take you and me to jail!”“She said trial, but that’s not really the point I am trying to make.”“I know, but it’s the point Iam trying to make!”“I know that you’re scared. I am trying to show you why you shouldn’t be.”She pushed the bottle of creamer in front of me again.“I am not SCARED. I’m angry!” I ignore the creamer.“Same thing.” She shrugs. (From The Carver's Magic)

Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted backgroundI was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? — The jury was still out on that possibility.

You should go." "I can't." "Because you want to stare at the monster?" Alec's green eyes blaze, but with a wholly human fire now. "Or because you pity me?" I couldn't guess which possibility he loathes more. I fold my arms. "I can't leave because the door's locked. Believe me, I would've gone hours ago if I could have." "Oh. Of course." Then he looks so abashed--so boyish, and so handsome--that I almost want to laugh.

She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.

I’ve lived what feels like a thousand years to feel your kiss but my little mate, I’m in charge.” He said huskily, an air of authority lacing his words.

We’re animals. No shame, no guilt - no sin…

The werewolf paid cash, sliding the change into the hip pocket of his jeans.