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“But memories aren’t everything, Robbie. Because here you are, starting again. And I couldn’t be happier that it’s you my son chose.
“You deserve every happiness. Remember that.”
“I think any place can be special if you try hard enough.”
And this is Kelly in a nutshell: simple, at a cursory glance, but just underneath, there is life teeming wildly.
“And here’s where my childhood friends take off their clothes in public,” Rico said with a sigh just as Chris and Tanner began stripping.
“I’ve got the most aggravating pack in the entire world.”
Gordo was doing as Gordo did and ignoring everyone and everything, including Mark.
“Just when I think I’m starting to get my feet on solid ground again, there’s a fucking secret brother. I swear to God, witches and wolves are the most dramatic bitches I’ve ever known in my life.
I’ll be damned if I’ll let my father keep the memories from all the times I made fun of you because of your stupid fucking glasses.”
“Motherfucking Team Human,” Rico agreed. “We had to open up enrollment since lobito here tried to eat up half of our membership.”
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“Everything is a risk,” Elizabeth said quietly. “All that we do. And yet we do it anyway, knowing it’s for the greater good.”
But there’s a difference between surviving and living. And I want to live, Robbie. I want to live for you. For all of you. Because we deserve it. We deserve to exist in a world where we only know peace. We deserve to be happy.
Remember this. Here. Now. If there ever comes a time when all seems dark, when all seems lost, remember this moment. Because this is who we are. This is who we’re supposed to be.
“We are literally the gayest pack that has ever existed,” Rico said to no one in particular. “I see no problem with this.”
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I knew that if this was it, if this was the last moment we’d ever have together, I was loved.
Rico was right. Fuck kids.
I don’t like this. I’m a minority. Everyone knows minorities die first in horror movies.”
Impossibly, ridiculously, Carter whispered through a mouthful of blood, “Oh shit. I think I’m bisexual.”
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“Home,” he whispered. “You smell like home. You always have. And that’s the only thing that matters. You don’t need to remember because I remember for the both of us.”
“I am Joe Bennett. My father was Thomas Bennett. My grandfather was Abel Bennett. I have their strength within me, and that of all those who came before me. We are pack. I know you’re scared. I know that uncertainty lies ahead. We have much to do. But we’ll do it together because we’re the goddamn Bennett pack, and our song will always be heard.”
He kissed me, warm and sweet. Which, of course, was ruined a moment later when Chris and Tanner drove by, honking the horn, hollering out the open window.
Chris and Tanner and Rico were wrestling while Jessie and Bambi rolled their eyes,
I see all that I am and all that I’ve become. Who these people have made me into. I am good. I am loved. I am wolf. I am Bennett. I am packpackpack.