Cold Makes the Wolf

My Rating: 5/5

Review: This is yet another fabulous book that grabbed me right away and didn't let go for a second. I could actually feel the coldness of the dark woods behind Grace's house. I could imagine it's bitterness seeping into my bones. The wolves were creepy, yet beautiful. Sam is perfection. His sensitivity, his sweetness, and his love of books made him very appealing to me. I loved the longing portrayed here. The wolf as a protector, Grace falling in love with the wolf without even realizing it, and the final realization that Sam and the wolf are one and the same. Everything was beautifully played out, even the inevitable end of their romance, however brief it may turn out to be. What can possibly be done with the sequel? I am so very anxious to find out.

Book Description: Grace and Sam met six years ago when she was attacked by werewolves. Sam changed from a yellow-eyed wolf to a yellow-eyed boy and carried her home. Although bitten, Grace survived and did not change, the only werewolf victim ever to do so. She has a more developed sense of smell, improved hearing, is stronger physically, but she is still a girl, only now a girl connected to a wolf, her guardian who watches her every winter. When Grace finally meets Sam again in human form, it is in the fall of her seventeenth year. Sam, attacked and forcibly changed when he was seven, has grown up spending his winters with Beck, his werewolf mentor, running through the woods with the pack, and his summers in human form, learning how to read, write, and become a man. The chapters have temperatures for headings because these werewolves are turned, not by a full moon, but by the cold, and there is plenty of cold in Mercy Falls, Minnesota. Also the number of times they can change is limited, and this change may be Sam's last in human form. After the wolves attack a local teenager, Sam is shot and winds up in Grace's arms, literally. She saves him, but the days are getting colder and the nights longer. Neither can bear the thought of being separated, but one cannot argue with Mother Nature.