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What Would A Racist Call Werewolves? Wargs? She Kind Of Liked That One, But Suspected That Racist Bastards Didn't Read Tolkien.

All Life Is Rife With Possibilities. Seeds Have Possibilities, But All Their Tomorrows Are Caught By The Patterning Of Their Life Cycle. Animals Have Possibilities That Are Greater Than That Of A Fir Tree Or A Blade Of Grass. Still, Though, For Most Animals, The Pattern Of Instinct, The Patterns Of Their Lives, Are Very Strong. Humanity Has A Far Greater Range Of Possibilities, Especially The Very Young. Who Will Children Grow Up To Be? Who Will They Marry, What Will They Believe, What Will They Create? Creation Is A Very Powerful Seed Of Possibility.

It Is The Way Of Mortals. They Fling Themselves At Life And Emerge Broken.

It's Only Fair To Warn You That You Sealed Your Fate Tonight. When You Knew You Were In Trouble, You Came To Me. That Makes Twice, Mercy, And Twice Is Almost As Good As A Declaration. You Are Mine Now... Ben Says You Might Run. If You Do, I Will Find You And Bring You Back. Every Time You Run, Mercy. I Won't Force You, But... I Won't Leave Or Let You Leave Either. If You Can Fight That Cursed Fairy Drink, You Can Certainly Overcome Any Advantage Being An Alpha Gives Me If You Really Want To. No More Excuses, Mercy. You Are Mine, And I Am Keeping You.

Apparently Deciding Charles’s Brief Introduction Wasn’t Good Enough, His Brother Reintroduced Himself. “dr. Samuel Cornick, Elder Brother And Tormentor. Very Nice To Meet You, Anna—