Wolfsong (Green Creek, #1)

by T.J. Klune

“It’s always the ones who are the quietest who often have the greatest things to say.

“It seems… precious.” “It is.” “Then why?” “Why what?” “Why would he give it to me?” Maddeningly, “Why not?” “I don’t have precious things.” “I understand you live with your mother.” “Yes.” And then I knew what he meant. “Oh.”

So he pressed his forehead against mine and breathed me in and there was that sun, okay? That sun between us, that bond that burned and burned and burned because he’d given it to me. Because he’d chosen me. And I got to choose him back.