Novel & Cerita Tom Lake Discussion Questions

"Or where to start." "Yesterday, you were asking questions about the church.. right? Why?" Tommy asked, slowly pulling himself up off the wall; seeing the shimmer of yellow behind his eyes, I smiled, relieved that his wolf had returned; at least now I wasn't alone in stopping tweedle dum and tweedle dee ripping shreds out of each other.

Edie asked. "She must be thinking what I'm thinking." "And what's that?" "That I want to be alone with you. Don't you like it?" Tom covered her hand with his. "We were alone at your place. Even had a bed," Edie said. "Yes, and too tempting for me." Tom rubbed his thumb over her wrist. "I want to find out what makes you tick, what we have in common, what you think about world events, and what's important to you." Tom pulled his arm back as the waiter arrived.

"I do." We continue to chat as the waiter takes our now empty plates away. We talk about Tom's kids, a fourteen-year-old and twelve-year-old, and how different middle school has been for them than it ever was for us. We talk about the house being for sale and how we're waiting to be under contract any day now. We even talk about the weather. I find that I enjoy Tom's company. I don't know if he's a lifelong match, but he's a nice guy, easy to talk to, kind. All the qualities women look for in a man. So when the conversation takes a strange turn, it's a little jarring. "Why are you here with me, Mariana?"

"To start with I'm wondering why my council of Elders has time to sit around listening to idle gossip and the bullshit that the tabloids spew." He sneered as a look of uncertainty crossed Tomas's face. "Secondly, I'm wondering who the fuck has the audacity to question my mate bond with the woman that they bound to me and bound to the pack as their Luna. Just who the fuck do you think you are Tomas?" Adam growled menacingly as he advanced toward him.

“Well, it usually is if everything is right between the two mates. However, it has happened before. Can I ask what does Tommy’s scent smell like to Jimmy?” I glance back towards Jimmy. “Honey. Jimmy said Tommy smells like sweet honey. Does that mean anything?” He sighs. “Yeah. It means Tommy is fine, but Jimmy is the one who needs to work on himself and his demons. The elders have been researching and talking about the possible issues these two will face. Unfortunately, I’m well versed in all the likely outcomes.” My stomach sinks as dread seeps through me. I don’t like the sound of that.

She glared at me. I don't care if he's a person who might hurt someone in this household. He's endangering everyone in this house. "Would you give Tom a second chance?" I asked but immediately regretted it. "I did Liam. In fact, I gave him multiple times to explain himself. I even tried to explain to him what he did to me was wrong. So, when you ask a question like that, you should know that you need to be careful with your words. And think of this, Liam. What makes you and Tom so different?"

"I just don't want people to forget that it's dangerous out here and we can't get sloppy. I keep seeing people wander off in the middle of the night. Somebody is going to die." Tom exchanged a look with Brooke. His face was an "I told you so" look and she shook her head. "I think that's enough doom and gloom for today," Alex said. "Is our soup ready yet?" Tom leaned forward. "I think so." He ladled out several bowls and passed them around." For the next several minutes the only thing that could be heard was the slurping of chicken noodle soup. Jimmy finished his first. He exchanged a look with Brooke.

Tom said, his anger having been replaced with such an overwhelming surprise. “Listen, mate,” Damon began, as he looked him in the eyes, “if you're gonna work yourself to death over a stranger, then I do not belong in your camp. We've got tables to serve, not a fight of fists,” he added. “I'm sorry,” Tom said. “I crossed the line.” “That's more like it. You were going to discuss something with me when you walked into the gym. What is it?,” he asked. "Have you noticed something strange about that girl, Emily?,” he asked.

"Even though you run the mob." "No, technically my Liam runs it," Cook replied with a soft laugh. "I am his pretty arm candy." "Oh, Liam, right. The tom with the hat. I remember his hat but not his face." Lexi tried to picture the tom they were talking about. "He must be tearing the world down in search of you. But I don't think any of you toms and no-furs know about the oceans. We are told very specifically not to mention them unless they are part of a deal. I wonder why that is."

I asked, trying to hide my annoyance. “Not long. In a hurry to get to your death?” Maverick asked. “Something like that.” “Is it really dying if she sucks out their souls?” Tom asked. “They sure aren’t living!” Maverick reached over and smacked Tom in the back of the head. “What kind of stupid question is that?” I was too antsy to sit around and wait for them to finish their food or bickering. “Let’s move.” I said as I stood up.