" And then I saw him.

In the snow.

Behind the trees.

A white wolf. Black on his back and chest.

His eyes burned red.

He said chase me i love you chase me.

I said, “Daddy?” because I was just a little boy again, and my father, my father was there, and he was never going to leave me, he was never going to leave me again.

He ran.

I chased after him.

Tree branches slapped against my face and chest, sharp stings as the blanket flared around me. I almost dropped it. I almost let it go.

PackLoveSon to me to me come to me "

― T.J. Klune , Brothersong (Green Creek, #4)