Just Like A Kitten That Thinks Its

But On A Clear, Sunny Day? How Would She Know To Flee When She Couldn't See Any Place For Danger To Hide?

I Don't Have Any Leeches On My Speed Dial." — Jacob Black

I Was Ninety-nine Point Nine Percent Sure That I Was Dreaming.

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob

Sometimes You Have To Learn To Love What's Good For You.