No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.

— Jazz Feylynn

Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.

— Jazz Feylynn

Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage galley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped path's undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussy toes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.

— Jazz Feylynn

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight. Keys up, Keys down, Move those digits all around. One two, one two, Type a word or two.

— Jazz Feylynn

Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

— Jazz Feylynn

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

— Jazz Feylynn

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

— Jazz Feylynn

That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

— Jazz Feylynn

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

— Jazz Feylynn

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey, created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

— Jazz Feylynn