Title: Wolfsong
Author: TJ Klune
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: June 20th 2016
Genre(s): M/M Contemporary/Shifter/Paranormal
Page Count: 400 pages
Reviewed by: Belen
Heat Level: 2.5 flames out of 5
Rating: 5 stars out of 5
Blurb:
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 little boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the little boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the little 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 little 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 four 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.
TJ Klune managed to make me cry within the first fifteen minutes of reading this story.
While there were tears shed here, there was laughter, and there was love. So much love.
I do not want to spoil this story. You must read it. You must. It’s one of TJ’s greatest stories. It’s so different from anything else of his I’ve read, and yet there are so many elements of things I love from his other stories interwoven here.
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.
“You’re gonna get shit,” he said. “For most of your life.”
“Ox. People are going to be mean. You just ignore them. Keep your head down.”
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.
“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.”
Ox was seventeen when he found out the little boy’s secret and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega.
“Listen to me, Ox. Monsters are real. Magic is real. The world is a dark and frightening place and it’s all real.”
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.
“There are things far greater out there than you or I, Ox. Both good and bad. The world is bigger than you could possibly imagine. We’re safe here. For now. But that might not always be the case. This is a place of power. And places such as this always attract attention.”
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.
Three years.
One month.
Twenty-six days.
He thought I was worth something. I wanted to believe him.
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.
It is one of TJ’s greatest stories. It is filled with love, and hope, and loss, and friendship, and sadness, and anger, and humor, loneliness, and pack, and wonder.
“Your first mistake was underestimating me. My pack. I may be human, but I run with wolves.”
This goes easily onto my favorites shelf. This is hands down one of the best stories I’ve read this year. It’s one of the best stories I’ve read in the genre. This is a 400 page novel that hooked me from the first page. It had no lags. I was invested in every single moment, and when it ended all I thought was, “I want more. Please give me more.”
Highly, highly recommended.
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