Someone has to do it...Covenant Series, book six...
"His smirk and his silence make what I do next easy, but not acceptable. I have to remind myself of that more and more as the days go by. Finding that old line, the one I didn’t use to cross before a maniac went after my son."
"Fuck that, the Sadist and Lady Justice, even Archer, they’re all just excuses, side lines in my shitty, one man play. This is all me hiding from the thing I see in the mirror now. That wide mouth with thicker lips, those bigger, buck teeth. Splayed out hands on long, muscle bound arms. I’m of the family now, that old Grey Watch lineage."
"When I look in the mirror it’s not to comb the old widow’s peak or check for last night’s dinner still stuck between my sharp spades. I’m searching for signs of what resides within, how much of it is clawing its way up through my skin like a weed taken root through the concrete."
"Excuses, maybe that’s all any of this ever was. After all, a werewolf didn’t murder three rapists and an old madam in a dingy house in Los Angeles. A werewolf didn’t drive a car through a trailer full of hired thugs down in Long Beach. That was all me. Maybe what’s come out these last few years was living inside of me the whole time. Was I born capable of murder? Have I had the ability to do the unspeakable resting inside me all along?"