"He was a boy who looked about my age: seventeen, maybe eighteen. Brown hair with a slight shimmer of gold fell in a mes around his face. Sweat had caked strands of it to his forehead and cheeks" (Chapter 1, p. 8).

"The mound of t-shirts offered a convenient place to bury my head. I was tempted to shift into wolf form and rip the bed apart. But that would be me grounded for sure" (Chapter 2, p. 19).

"Ren shrugged. He gripped the sides of the table and bent forward, arching his back in a languid stretch. "If his name is on the list, he'll get in"" (Chapter 4, p. 31).

"I led the Nightshades up the steel staircase to the second level of the warehouse-like club. Eden throbbed with a mix of industrial beats and dark trance. Humans packed the main dance floor, pulsing and swaying with the heavy bass" (Chapter 6, p...