“My love, I do believe your Beta is whining. Six foot four, two hundred and twenty pounds of badass werewolf, and he’s whining.” “I hate lines.” Biff tried to convert his whine into a manly grumble.
Bryan looked at him, clearly worried. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, you big baby. It’ll be fine.”
“I hate you.”
“Just stare at my ass as we go up the stairs.”
“Okay, I don’t hate you.”
Muscles: I get it. You only want me for my tail. MaxTooSexyForThisPhone: We gotta talk about this bestiality thing. It’s too weird. I demand boundaries. Muscles: You? Boundaries? MaxTooSexyForThisPhone: I might have typed that sentence before I thought about it.
Alec looked around at the pack. “Great, what are we? A sleeper cell for the KGB?” There goes my smart mouth again. Luckily, unlike Butch, Fifi didn’t seem to mind it when Alec went off. The Alpha grinned. “CIA, pup. Canines In Action.”
Marvin petted Alec’s arm as though Alec were some skittish animal.
“So here I am, a marine mammal, and I’ve got biology. I was thinking I might work my way onto your sample chart.”
I’m stuck in the middle of some interspecies soap opera. Wait. Why doesn’t such a thing exist? Hollywood is totally falling down on the job. This is some golden crap.