Wolfsong by T J Klune

Wolfsong (Green Creek, #1)

by T.J. Klune

Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left.

Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane.

Ox was seventeen when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega.

Ox was twenty-three when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his bloodred eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces.

It’s been three years since that fateful day—and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.

Reviewed by nitzan_schwarz on

5 of 5 stars

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Well, if I wasn't just an emotional mess the whole way through.

A few things you need to know: Ox is wholesome and a precious cinnamon roll and bless everyone in this book for seeing it and refusing to let him think otherwise.

Second; hurt my son and I will hurt you.

Third, I don't think my eyes were dry for a single moment after the 50% mark or so. I didn't sob but they were wet and on occasion, a single tear rolled, like in the movies. I'm sure I didn't look half as good and put together as they do but meh

Fourth, I want a pack now. Like, the constant touching and comfort and bickering and banter and I'm not a touchy-feely person at all so I don't even know who I am anymore.

Fifth, I kind of low-key want a short story from some unsuspecting bystander witnessing some Pack Moment and being all like ???????? because all the forhead touching and neck bearing and sliding along each other is probably so confusing to anyone who isn't In The Know.

Sixth, I literally kind of broke my finger yesterday (I am a genius) and my hand hurts and typing one handed is annoying so I keep slipping and accidentally using both hands and then yelp painpainpain yet here I am typing on and yelping onward to tell you how I read about sweet boys who deserve better and how you to read about them to.

THE END. Until my fingers hurt a little less and I can write properly *shrug*

Aug 14 2018:

SO EXCITED!!!

Want to read this because of this tumblr photo : http://aymmidumps.tumblr.com/post/172973990862/i-never-saw-the-man-with-gordo-ever-again-and-i

I'm weak....

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