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“You don’t get to decide what you’re worth because you obviously don’t know. You don’t get to decide that anymore because you have no fucking idea that you’re worth everything. What do you think this is? A joke? A decision I made for the hell of it? It’s not. It’s not destiny, Ox. You’re not bound by this. Not yet. There’s a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don’t choose me, then that’s your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that’s what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side than you. It’s you, Ox. For me, it’s always been you.â€� So I said, “Okay, Joe.â€� I looked up at him. His wolf was close to the surface. And he said, “Okay?â€� I said, “Okay. Okay. I don’t know if I see the things you do.â€� “I know.â€� “And I don’t know if I’ll be good enough.â€� “I know you will,â€� he said, eyes flashing orange. “But I promised you. I said it will always be you and me.â€� His face stuttered a bit, and he said, “You did. You promised me. You promised.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“And I know you're old, but I found you first so you have to be my friend first. Sorry, Dad."
And then he said, "I just want to get you a present," so I said, " You already did," and I didn't think I'd ever seen a smile as bright as his at that moment.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“Because Mom said it was nice to do and would get on her good side when I asked her if it'd be ok that I kept you for the rest of my life," Joe explained. Then his eyes widened. "Shit. That wasn't supposed to come out like that."
"Oh my god," I said faintly.
"You want to keep him how long now?" Mom asked, squinting at Joe.
"Uhh," Joe said. "crap. This isn't going like I wanted it to. I had everything I needed to say planned out. Hold on."He reached down and pulled a notecard from his pocket. It was rumpled, the corner ripped. He stared down at it, mouth moving silently as he read whatever the hell he'd written on it.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong