Maurella: "Okay, later! Oh, sorry. You sired them, now it's your sacred duty to see that at least half of them survive into adulthood. The Light Pact has been made flesh. I honor what was, what is, and what will never be. Farewell, Andy Bellefleur."

She bounces -- which is sad, I like that actress, but who knows what'll happen -- and Jane Bodehouse applauds... Everything. Just the whole fuckin' thing. Not applauding: One Holly Cleary, who just went from having zero problems to having 99 problems in the space of twenty minutes. You know what is good? Andy Bellefleur. You know what is excellent? Andy Bellefleur with a shitload of babies. Come on.

PACKMASTER

All juiced up on performance enhancers, Alcide beats JD like he's the Tour de France.

Wolves: "Where JD once had a face, now it's just soup. And not our kind of soup. Maybe we should do something, since we're also on drugs."
Martha: "Stand back! I borrowed this crossbow from my niece Katniss! It was a Winter's Loan."

Everybody instantly bows to Alcide as Packmaster, even though Martha is standing right there, and suddenly this pointless storyline is over. But wait, Alcide has a speech.

"This stops tonight. We're wolves. We respect ourselves, we respect our Pack, we respect Nature (?), without exception. We do not surrender to nihilism. We do not take advantage of those who are younger or weaker than we are. This is how it's going to be in this Pack from now on. Or else."

Wolves: "We do not! Surrender! To nihilism!"

...Ya got me. I guess what this is saying is that to believe in Nature is to resist the idea of ever planning our lives around eschatology? That when you say you wanna be "saved" what you really mean is you just want to rest? That the timeless immortality of The Now Of Wolf Thought is ironically the only rational response you can have to the human artifice of a teleological end? That our unhealthy addiction to the human construct of apocalypse -- or Rapture, or Singularity, or nuclear annihilation, or Heaven -- is what keeps us from truly acknowledging our power in the present? That if we ever realized we were programmed with this self-fulfilling concept of a Future Ending that never comes by the people that control us -- that jam tomorrow is what keeps us from wanting jam today -- we'd start a fucking riot and get it over with and move on into a better story we wrote for ourselves? That by instantiating the Armageddon they've got us so afraid of, we'd find out it was Heaven on Earth all along, just waiting for us to mature into accepting it, so we could finally get home? That "As Above, So Below" applies here too, and that jumping into the thing we're afraid of in our own minds or lives is the only way we can ever change or grow on the personal level, which is why it's so important to keep us terrified of change and of ourselves? Probably. That's probably what he meant.