- Ashlynn continued to drag the poor woman through the woods. A glimpse of happiness at the corner of her eyes. She enjoyed what she did, or what she knew how to do best. It was her potentio, and it had gotten her a lot of things that she wanted. Including her sister's mate. The thought of it made her clench her jaw, it made her angry, it made her a fool and it reminded her of her ugly self.
- “Don’t call yourself that. You’ll find your mate sooner or later.” That’s how that bitch used to say it.