I bought the book expecting a fluffy piece of m/m romance (my guilty pleasure) and instead got a buttload of the feels. I stayed up reading till four am, crying ugly, snotty tears for a good portion of the story. I also smiled, and laughed, and feared, and got mad, and frustrated, and had hearts in my eyes. Just wow.
This book was so beautifully written (especially considering how cringe-worthy some of the "romance literature" out there is). The world-building was exemplary, the pacing amazing and the characters so whole and real. It was so gorgeous, and it's such a shame that so many people will miss out on this story because on the surface it's about werewolves (and not even straight ones).
The world and character dynamics were so well thought out that mostly I forgot that there are no such things as werewolves in real life. In reality, this was more a story of what family and friendship means, and how big of an impact the words you are subjected to as a child have on you through out your life. This was a story about loyalty and love and I have just added everything else Klune has published on my to-read list, because just, wow.