Author: T.J. Klune
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Summary: 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 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.
Ox was seventeen when he found out the 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 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.
Review: Epic and awesome – those two words have a world of meaning in the context of this story and pretty much sum up my overall reaction. The best way I can describe my reading experience is to say that every one of my senses was fully engaged.
• Sight – Oh so many vivid colors from Alpha Red to Peaceful Green and everything in between.
• Smell – Candy canes and pinecones were a very memorable scent combination, and I could easily imagine the scent of magic in the air.
• Sound – The sounds of terror and grief won’t leave me anytime soon.
• Taste – The coppery taste of blood and the savory taste of meatloaf at the traditional family get together; two total opposites.
• Touch – The necessity of proximity and touch was the essence of the pack bond.
All of these things combined to make a powerful emotional cocktail and not at all surprising given some of my prior reading experiences by this author. I can’t adequately describe how uniquely different this shifter story is compared to others, or how much I adored Ox and Joe, or how vital each and every character was to the essence of the story, or how seamlessly the story took me from the lows of pissed off anger and really big ugly tears to the highs of joy, connection, love, and triumph.
Nothing felt small in my reactions or experiences while reading this book; everything felt so big and vivid. I couldn’t walk away from this book for anything other than necessities because I was just that invested. The journey for Ox and Joe was anything but easy and I appreciated the very real struggles and very real reactions along the way.
If I could, I’d sing my praises for “Wolfsong” at the top of my lungs – loved, loved, loved it!!