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“Mom! Mom. You have to smell him! It’s likeâ€� likeâ€� I don’t even know what it’s like! I was walking in the woods to scope out our territory so I could be like Dad and then it was likeâ€� whoa. And then he was all standing there and he didn’t see me at first because I’m getting so good at hunting. I was all like rawr and grr but then I smelled it again and it was him and it was all kaboom! I don’t even know! I don’t even know! You gotta smell him and then tell me why it’s all candy canes and pinecones and epic and awesome.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“It was warm like a summer day. It was candy canes and pinecones, it was epic and awesome, it was dirt and leaves and rain, it was grass and lake water and sunshine.

It was a forest so alive, so untouched.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“Era bastones de caramelo y piña, y épico y asombroso y también era mi hogar. Olías como mi hogar, Ox.”
― T.J. Klune

“And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.”
― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times

“I’ve been to your house.â€�

“You have,� Gordo said. “You pissed in my kitchen. You remember?�

Gavin shrugged. “Nope.�

“Really? Because that was a lot of piss that I had to—oh, fuck you, man. You’re yanking my chain, aren’t you.�

Gavin laughed. “Yeah. Yanking your chain. So much piss.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“And then I saw him.

In the snow.

Behind the trees.

A white wolf. Black on his back and chest.

His eyes burned red.

He said chase me i love you chase me.

I said, “Daddy?� because I was just a little boy again, and my father, my father was there, and he was never going to leave me, he was never going to leave me again.

He ran.

I chased after him.

Tree branches slapped against my face and chest, sharp stings as the blanket flared around me. I almost dropped it. I almost let it go.

PackLoveSon to me to me come to me”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“Livingstone,â€� Gavin said again, almost stubbornly. “I call him Livingstone. Not Dad. I hadâ€�.â€�

“You had,� I said, squeezing his hand.

He glanced at me quickly before looking back down at the table. “I had Dad. Mom too. Not real parents. But still good.�

“What happened to them?� Robbie asked quietly.

“Dead,� Gavin said in a dull voice. “Long time ago. Still human when it happened. Car accident. I didn’t know what to do. After. Then I was wolf. Then I was Omega. And now I’m here.�

All those years broken down into a few short sentences. I wondered if I would ever know all that had happened to him or if it would be locked away in his mind. Memories hurt when you let them.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong