Run, Wolf: Nightfall Wolf Clans, #1

Run, Wolf
Keith Melton
Nightfall Wolf Clans, book one
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Published August 25th 2009 by Samhain Publishing
ISBN 9781605046532

Leah Kendrick is guilty of only one crime: loving her human mate, Tom, enough to give him the gift of The Bite. The Pack council is merciless, and the punishment swift. In an instant everything she’s ever known is ripped away, and they’re turned out into the long winter with nothing. No money, no car, and no protection from a variety of creatures who’d like nothing more than to take down a lone wolf.

Friendless and broke, they form a daring plan to take back what’s theirs and chase safety north. But the Pack has other ideas. And with time running out it’s about to call their bluff.

If memory serves, this was my first shifter written by a man. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Martin slammed his staff down on the floor with a loud crack. The raven feathers swung back and forth. His face made it clear I was less than dog shit to him now. “You are outcast,” he said. “You are Cain. Wander the earth alone, and may the snow never melt from your fur. Go into the darkness knowing you are dead to your family forever.”

This was an exceptionally well written book. That said, it was the premise that didn't appeal to me. Leah has done the unthinkable by changing her human lover into a wolf. Now, they must answer to the pack and judgment is to be passed. Banishment is decided and all that Leah owns is defaulted to the pack.

Pissed off, she and Tom lose their freaking minds and decide to rob the pack. Yes, rob the pack. They're pulling a heist on of their banks from which they walk away with about a thousand dollars. So yeah... It's quick. It's a bit odd for a wolf tale. But, it is an HEA. So... again, yeah. 3 out of 5 stars.

Keith Melton was born in Arizona, but has careened around the country from Oregon to Alaska to Rhode Island. He’s landed back in Oregon, where he lives with his writer wife, daughter and son, and a demon possessed cat. An escapee from the bowels of the corporate world’s lower dungeons, he now writes urban fantasy in the tower of a castle that normal people, including licensed health professionals, assure him is completely imaginary.

1 comment:

Redd said...

Robbing a pack. +)