Whoever a werewolf imprints on can’t be harmed.  It’s their most absolute law.

I may not be a human, but I am a man.

My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.