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“What does this wildish intuition do for women? Like the wolf, intuition has claws that pry things open and pin things down, it has eyes that can through the shields of persona, it has ears that hear beyond the range of mundane human hearing. With these formidable psychic tools a woman takes on a shrewd and even precognitive animal consciousness, one that deepens her femininity and sharpens her ability to move confidently in the outer world.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

“Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness”
― Munia Khan

“When the wolf howls and the moon dims
hope fades with the waning light.
Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz
across the ebony night.
Behold the midnight hour
where all of reason takes flight.”
― Grace Willows

“In a world full of lions and tigers entertaining the masses, have you ever seen a wolf performing in a circus?”
― Akilnathan Logeswaran

“Give me one more night to taste the dark
When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark
Let those secrets remain unspoken
Fallen angel's heart now lover's token
Light grows dim burying riddle’s death
Just breathe to free your one last breath”
― Munia Khan

“Like a wolf, she lived by instinct.”
― Nikki rowe

“When you greeted me with a gun on your doorstep, it's nice to know you meant it.”
― Marissa Meyer, Scarlet

“I sheep's idea of bravery : To become a wolf's pet.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“He gave each wolf its own name, and he told me that they were crossing the Moon River, a place that he said, “Is where all wolves go when they die.”
― Amber D. Tran, Moon River

“A wolf is clever-clever-clever, and they are as faithful as a debt unpaid.”
― Tad Williams, The Dragonbone Chair

“His face was glistening with cold. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips. He was staggering toward her.
"I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. "You won't be safe with me."
Whatever he was, he could not be bad. An amazing and terrible thought entered Valerie's mind, clearing away all others.
"Peter..."
She stepped toward him, arms out. They gave in to each other, finally, their bodies fitting together. Her fingers warmed his cheek, and his arms slipped underneath her crimson cloak as her long blond hair blew around them. Enveloped in a shelter of white, standing out in black and red, were just the two of them. Nothing else anywhere. Valerie knew that she could never be apart from him, that she was what he was and that she would be his always.
She didn't care if he was the Wolf or not. And if he was a Wolf, then she would be one, too.
She made he choice and brought her lips to his.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“The Wolf is never tamed through violence. But rather with a kind, gentle, and above all, patient hand. The most ferocious of beasts see enemies everywhere. They have to in order to live. All they know is how to be attacked and how to fight. They expect treachery from all.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Time Untime

“Quien no lleva dentro un lobo no tiene por eso que ser feliz tampoco.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“A wolf searches the path for prey that has paused. Keep moving.”
― Toni Sorenson

“The forest talks but a good hunter only hears it by learning its language.”
― Barry Babcock, TEACHERS IN THE FOREST: Essays from the last wilderness in Mississippi Headwaters Country

“I think it was then that it dawned on me that Mum wasn't going to notice Chris was missing. She has been made so that she thinks Chris is just round the corner all the time. She doesn't realise that she never sees him. I don't know why I didn't understand earlier. If Aunt Maria can turn Chris into a wolf, she's surely strong enough to do this to Mum- except that it seems a different kind of thing, much more natural and ordinary, and I didn't really think she could do both kinds.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Black Maria

“His eyes are so beautiful and dark and they do look like that dog’s—I mean, that wolf’s. They are kind and strong and a little bit something else and I like them. I like them a lot. No, I like them way too much. Something inside me gets a little warmer, edges closer to him.
The fire crackles and I jump again, jittery, nervous, but I don’t jump away from Nick. I jump toward him. Nick in the firelight with just a blanket on is a little hard to resist, no matter how crazy he might be. His skin, deep with heat, seems to glisten. His muscles are defined and good but not all steroid bulky. He is so perfect. And beautiful. In a boy way. Not a monster way. Not a wolf way.
“Are you going to kiss me?� My words tremble into the air.
He smiles but doesn’t answer.
“I’ve never kissed a werewolf before. Are were kisses like pixie kisses? Do they do something to you? Is that why you never kissed anybody?�
He gives a little smile. “No. It’s just I never kissed anyone because I never thought I could be honest about who I am, you know? And I didn’t want anyone to get attached to me because . . .�
“Because you’re a werewolf.�
“Because I’m a werewolf,� he repeats softly. Watching his lips move makes me shiver; not in a scared way, in more of an oh-he-is-too-beautiful way.
I put my hand against his skin. It is warm. It’s always been warm. He smells so good, like woods and safety. I swallow my fear and move forward, and my lips meet his, angel-light, a tiny promise. His lips move beneath mine. His hands move to my shoulders and my mouth feels like it will burst with happiness. My whole body shakes with it.
“Wow,� I say.
“Yeah,� he says. “Wow.�
Our mouths meet again. It’s like my lips belong there . . . right there. One tiny part of me has finally found a place to fit.”
― Carrie Jones, Need

“Valerie, I love you so much. I wanted you to have a normal
childhood—so I lived a double life. Hiding in plain
sight. Living modestly.� He began to pace the room, the
words tumbling out of him. “I tried to keep it up, but I’ve
been so disrespected. Even by my own wife. I couldn’t do it
anymore. I’ve settled for far less than I deserved, and I just
couldn’t do it anymore. I decided it was time to leave for
the city....For richer hunting grounds.� Cesaire was snarling
now, a scary, powerful force. Valerie felt herself being
drawn to it....
She took a deep, steadying breath. It was not just fear
that she felt. What she felt was so much more complex
than that, something she couldn’t understand. “Then why
didn’t you just go?�
“Because I loved you girls, and I wanted you to come
with me. To share the wealth.�
“But you had to wait until the blood moon.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood Bonus Chapter

“A new world order can only be created if we establish an order where the powerful wolf cannot eat the weak lamb!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“el desesperado no querer morir, es el camino más seguro para la muerte eterna, en tanto que saber morir, rasgar el velo del arcano, ir buscando eternamente mutaciones al yo conduce a la inmortalidad.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Mislabeled the sign,â€� a cocky voice called from the door. “Should read ‘Doggie Daycareâ€� with the number of pups packed into this place.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Forged Alliances

“No animal could change the character of the land as the presence of the wolf had that day.”
― Barry Babcock, TEACHERS IN THE FOREST: Essays from the last wilderness in Mississippi Headwaters Country

“Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle.”
― C.J. Milbrandt, Into the Hills: A Zane Johns Adventure

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“I’m right here, baby.�
Lumps form in my throat, going all the way down into the core of me.
It’s his voice. His. Right there. I reach toward the doorknob but I don’t get to turn it.
Nick smashes at me with his head, pushing against my lower jaw and cheek, like a blow. His muzzle moves my head away from the door. He presses his face in between me and the wood. Fur gets in my mouth. I spit it out and push at him.
“That’s my dad. My dad.� I slap the door. “He’s on the other side. The pixies will get him.�
Nick shows me his teeth.
“I can’t lose him again, Nick.�
The wolf snarls like he’s ready to bite. My head jerks back and away, but then I steady myself.
“Get . . . out . . . of . . . the . . . way.�
Pushing against his thick neck, I slam my hands against him over and over again, pummeling him. He doesn’t budge.
“Move!� I order. “Move.�
“Zara, is there a wolf in there with you? Do not trust him,� my dad’s voice says, calmly, really calmly.
I grab a fistful of fur and freeze. All at once it hits me that something is not right. My dad would never be calm if I was in my bedroom with a wolf. He’d be stressed and screaming, breaking the door down, kicking it in like he did once when I was really little and had accidentally locked myself in the bathroom and couldn’t get the lock out of the bolt because it was so old. He’d kicked that door down, splintering the wood, clutching me to him. He’d kissed my forehead over and over again.
“I’d never let anything happen to you, princess,� he’d said. “You’re my baby.�
My dad would be kicking the door in. My dad would be saving me.
“Let me in,� he says. “Zara . . .�
Letting go of Nick, I stagger backward. My hands fly up to my mouth, covering it.
Nick stops snarling at me and wags his fluffy tail.
How would my dad know that it is a wolf in here and not a dog? How would he know that it isn’t pixies?
I shudder. Nick pounds next to me, pressing his side against my legs. I drop my hands and plunge my fingers into his fur, burying them there, looking for something. Maybe comfort. Maybe warmth. Maybe strength. Maybe all three.”
― Carrie Jones, Need

“Fairytales have rules. We may never understand them but they've been hammered into our heads since infancy. Eventually, even the rebels conform.”
― Angela Parkhurst, Forget Me Not

“ Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
The third toll of the church bells hovered in the air, and everything became still. Someone in the village had died. Valerie froze.
Dong.
A forth toll shattered the silence. The world split open, exposing a raw inside.
Valerie and Peter looked at each other first in confusion, then in awful understanding.
The fourth bell meant only one thing: Wolf attack.
She had never heard the fourth bell except for the time she and Peter had rung it themselves.
With those bells, Valerie knew.
Life would never be the same,”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“Maybe Father Auguste is right," Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait."
From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table.
Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare.
"Maybe, my son," Adrian said quietly, "you should find your courage."
Henry took a labored breath.
"You want to hunt the Wolf?" He narrowed his eyes, spurned. "All right, then. Let's hunt it.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“Promise me you'll be careful, my boy." She handed him the pack she'd assembled.
"Don't worry. The Wolf has no interest in me," he said, smiling through his pain. "I'm all gristle.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“Henry...your father was a brave man."
He continued attacking the metal with a sledgehammer, brutally hacking at the anvil. She wasn't sure he had heard her. Then, he stopped short, the hammer hanging heavy in the air, the fire snapping in front of him.
"I was close enough to smell it," he seethed, not turning. "But I was afraid. I hid from it."
Clang!
I didn't do anything.
"I should have done something."
Clang!
"I should have saved him."
Valerie saw that he was destroying all of their half-finished projects. They would remain that way forever.
"I've lost someone, too, Henry—I know how it is. Please, come away from the fire."
He didn't.
Clang!
"Henry, please."
One of the fiery specks spat out of the forge an landed on Henry's arm, searing his flesh. Punishing himself, he did not stop to remove it until finally, with one quick motion, he gestured violently towards the door, shaking it off.
"Valerie, leave," he snarled. "I don't want you to see me like this.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“:She still didn’t have to lock you in a box,: said the wolf, emerging from Cricket’s thoughts. :If she does that again, I will eat her.:
Cricket laughed. :You wouldn’t do that.:
:No, I would not. But as your companion and protector, I must bristle and play the part.:”
― Ash Gray, The Infinite Athenaeum