Charley

“Mom! Mom. You have to smell him! It’s like… like… 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 like… 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

“You, Kelly.
Always you.
You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
You’re my first memory. Mom was holding you, and I wanted to take you for myself, hide you away so no one would hurt you.
You’re my first love. I knew that when you would always smile when you saw me, and it was like staring into the sun.
You’re my heart.
You are my soul.”
― T.J. Klune, Heartsong

“And what’s that about?” he asked, nodding toward the wolf that now had the collar of Carter’s coat between its teeth and was trying to drag him away. It wasn’t going so well for the timber wolf, seeing as Kelly had burst out of the bar with an impressive battle cry, grabbed his brother’s leg, and was pulling him in the opposite direction.
“I couldn’t even begin to tell you.”
“Kelly!” Carter shouted. “Save me!”
“I am,” Kelly yelled back.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I googled “what to do when your future werewolf mate / boyfriend /best friend courts you and brings you a dead rabbit.”

First, there was a lot of porn. Then I found a recipe for Maltese rabbit stew. It was delicious. The stew, not the porn. The porn was weird.    ”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong