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“I have things to say to you, Gordo. So many things. Things you might not be ready to hear. But I will mean every word of them. If it gets to the point where I start to go feral—”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Why?” he cried. “Why the hell are you doing this? Why do you even care? Is it guilt? Is this your way of getting back at me? Do you really hate me that much? Why the hell are you doing this, Gordo? Now, after all this time, why are you doing this?” “It’s because I’m scared,” I said, voice breaking. “I love you, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“MARK REFUSED to leave my side. On the nights when I couldn’t stand the sight of another person, he would stay outside my door. Sometimes I would let him in. He would motion for me to turn around, facing away from him. I did. On those nights, the hard ones, I would hear the rustle of clothes being discarded. The snap and groan of muscle and bone. He would nuzzle my hand when I could turn back around. I would climb into bed, and he would jump up beside me, the bedframe groaning under the combined weight. He would curl around me, my head under his chin, his tail covering my legs. Those were the nights I slept the best.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I will,” he said. “I promise. Ox, or Joe, or Gordo. One of them will find a way. I know it. But it’s… it’s already taking you away from me. But if Ox can still be my Alpha, even if I’m an Omega, then we have to take that chance. Because if he’s still my Alpha and he’s yours too, that means we’re still connected, even if I can’t feel it anymore. You’ll still be a part of me. And I have to believe that will be enough to bring me home.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong