Read With Yora

“It took eight months, but then we found you. In Caswell. There was a wolf who said he’d seen you in the compound. He was visiting, and he recognized you from your picture. He said he tried to talk to you, tried dropping a couple of hints, but there was nothing.”

I couldn’t think of who this had been.

“And it hurt,” Kelly continued, “because he said you seemed happy. And I almost convinced myself that maybe what we’d thought was right, that you had betrayed us. But then I remembered something, and I knew it couldn’t be true.”

“What did you remember?”

“The way you loved me.”

It was a punch to the stomach.

“You loved me,” Kelly said softly, “without reservation. Without expecting anything in return. You loved me, and I knew that you wouldn’t stop, not unless you were forced to. And I knew then that I wouldn’t stop, no matter what it took.”
― T.J. Klune, Heartsong

“He said, “Listen well, my son.”
He said, “Listen with all your might.”
He said, “Your pack is howling you home.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong

“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

“But the funny thing about hate is the razor-thin line that separates it from something else entirely.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong