Last Time I Was Sick, The Guy

Bigger Room, Darling. Like I Said, We Need A Bigger Room.

I Wanted To Walk Over There. I Wanted To Curl Up Beside Him, Lean Against Him, Talk To Him. I Wanted To Know What He Was Thinking. I Wanted To Tell Him Everything Would Be Okay. And I Wanted Him To Tell Me The Same Thing. I Didn't Care If It Was True Or Not- I Just Wanted To Say It. To Hear It, To Feel His Arms Around Me, Hear The Rumble Of His Words, That Deep Chuckle That Made Me Pulse Race

The Three "f"s Of Being A Werewolf, Feeding, Fighting, And...reproduction

I Don’t Care If I Get One At All. Just As Long As I Keep Getting Anniversaries.

I'd Been Staring At The Search Term For At Least Five Minutes. One Word. Necromancer.