Maybe she couldn't make the ugly beast go away completely, but she had learned to control it.
The woman in his arms was too delicate, too vulnerable, to face the lusty beast within him.
I know one thing for sure: the Immortal mood beast that is my mate is the only reason I'm making it through this.
"You should go get the Immortal mood beast," the boy advised Hannah.
In fact, if she'd stayed away from the beach this weekend altogether and had dinner with her doctor instead of causing her boyfriend to be eaten by a demon, she wouldn't be facing an Immortal mood beast or teaching Immortal children not to feed humans rocks.