A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in.

...men are poor soldiers in love's war. And it is a war-one that never ends.

I also hold very strong personal convictions about censorship. I don't believe in forbidden knowledge.

It's been a pleasure, she-wolf.' He climbed out of the jeep before I could hit him.

We are all prisoners of circumstance at one point or another.

(Ren's) eyes were sad but resigned. “And where will you go?”
I couldn’t keep the fear out of my reply. “I don’t know.”
“Please don’t do this,” he whispered. “Come back with me. We’ll talk to Logan; there has to be an explanation. The Keepers need us; we’re the alphas. We’ll figure this out. They won’t hurt you. I won’t let them.