" We’re going after her, aren’t we? Eventually.” He wasn’t talking about Elijah. “Yeah. We are. You going to be okay with that?” He didn’t hesitate. “This is my home. This is my pack. I’ll do whatever it takes.” I reached up and squeezed the back of his neck. “We’re lucky to have you, Robbie. Even if you insist on wearing those fucking glasses. "

― T.J. Klune , Ravensong (Green Creek, #2)