T.J. Klune

The beloved fantasy romance sensation by New York Times bestselling author TJ Klune, about love, loyalty, betrayal, and joy. The Bennett family has a secret: They're not just a family, they're a pack. Ravensong is Gordo Livingstone's story. Gordo Livingstone never forgot the lessons carved into his skin. Hardened by the betrayal of a pack who left him behind, he sought solace in the garage in his tiny mountain town, vowing never again to involve himself in the affairs of wolves. It should have been enough. And it was, until the wolves came back, and with them, Mark Bennett. In the end, they faced the beast together as a pack... and won. Now, a year later, Gordo has found himself once again the witch of the Bennett pack. Green Creek has settled after the death of Richard Collins, and Gordo constantly struggles to ignore Mark and the song that howls between them. But time is running out. Something is coming. And this time, it’s crawling from within. Some bonds, no matter how strong, were made to be broken. The Green Creek Series is for adult readers. Now available from Tor Books.

Ravensong

Cassidy Nolan

I tilted my head back and sang a song of war.

“You need to come back to me,” I whispered as the room darkened. “You need to come back to me, because we’ve only just begun. I’m sorry. For all the time I’ve wasted. For all my anger. For everything that’s happened between us. And I know I don’t deserve it after all we’ve been through, but I need you. I need you here with me. I can’t do this without you. Not anymore. I love you, and I don’t ever want to stop.”

His eyes flared violet, and for a moment, I felt 

“Because it was the only part of you that’s ever been mine.”

“That’s not true,” he said, voice rough. “That’s 

 been true. Gordo, everything I have, everything I am, it’s 

 been yours. You were just too goddamn stubborn to see that.”

“But sometimes things happen that we don’t expect. Like finding a boy with magic in his skin who is everything.” He closed his eyes. “Or losing my mind.”

“You were my tether, even then. It might have been enough, but I was too scared to find out. You’re my mate, Gordo. Dirt and leaves and rain.”

My father said his magic felt like a great and lumbering beast.

Mine always felt like a symphony, all these parts moving in concert.

“Gordo,” he said, sounding faintly amused as he always did when he said my name.

“Mark,” I said in return, resolutely staring straight ahead.

Ox and Joe sighed in unison, the insufferable Alphas that they were.

“Why does he still think we’re mind readers?” Kelly whispered.

“I don’t know,” Carter said. “But don’t remind him we’re not. I like learning things that will scar me for life.”

“Oh, I know,” he said easily. “Ox did, though. So.” He shrugged. “Kind of the same.”

“The last time you tried to work on a car, you set it on fire.”

“Right? Weird. Still don’t know how that happened. I mean, one moment everything was fine, and the next there were these 

“You were supposed to be rotating the tires.”

“I will fucking turn your tongue to silver if you don’t shut up, Carter. I swear to god.”

He grinned at me, waggling his eyebrows. “Is it 

 kind of dreams? You know, the ones where you and Mark are all rubbing on each—you know what, I just realized that’s my uncle and I’m going to stop talking now.”

Goddamn Thomas for leaving me with these assholes.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

I hated that. “Does he? Don’t you ever think what his life would be like if you hadn’t found him?”

Joe laughed bitterly. “All the time. Every day. With everything I have. But it was—it was candy canes and pinecones. It was epic and awesome.”

All except for the one on my chest above my heart. That’d been mine. My choice. It wasn’t magic, but it’d been for me.

Kelly saw it. His eyes widened, but he knew better.

A wolf’s head, tilted back and baying at the moon.

Buried in the design of his neck was a raven, wings spread and taking flight.

Like the earth. Like dirt and leaves and rain—

I threw the phone in the dumpster and didn’t look back.

They were all so different, these lost boys.

All three were assholes who didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. And I was stuck with them.

When Ox had let spill that the Bennetts were back in Green Creek, my first thought was 

 but I pushed it away because that was the past and I wouldn’t have any of it.

He was nine and I was six when he spoke to me for the first time.

He grimaced and looked down at the ground. “A little. It’s like . . . the earth. Like dirt and leaves and rain—“

I hated him more than anything in the world.

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“Hey! I’ve been shot. You’re supposed to be nice to me.” “You were grazed. And then let women carry you back.” “That’s because I’m a feminist.”

“Your threats don’t sound so bad now that I know you’ve got my wolf tattooed on your chest.” “Bite me,” I snapped, stalking off after the Alphas. Mark chuckled behind me. “Oh, I will.”

It’s about the fact that I haven’t gotten to kill anything in weeks, and it’s starting to piss me off.” “You do get grumpy when that happens.”

“You could have become the villain, Gordo. And it would have been within your rights. Instead you just chose to be an asshole.”

“You tried to grow a mustache?” Mark asked me. “Gross,” Kelly said, nose wrinkling. “We can smell that, Uncle Mark.”

“You know,” he said, voice a little hoarse, “I hope you guys are on your way to working out whatever the fuck is going on between the two of you. I mean, it was really gross to watch my uncle carry you up the stairs in his arms like some damsel in distress and snarl at anyone who tried to go into his room to check on you.” I turned slowly to look at Mark, who suddenly found the wall very interesting. “You did what?”

“I’m not grumpier than normal,” I said. “I’m always like this.”

Ashley

I know I’ll be reading these books again before this year ends. They’re so great and that’s my new FamilyLovePack.