" 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)