I should say up front that I am not a fan of werewolf or vampire stories, or any of that kind of thing. I've read a few and I've been almost consistently disappointed in them because they're so tedious and so conformal. I know many readers enjoy predictable by-rote stories that retread familiar territory, but I've never been one of those; hence my aversion to series. I quickly tire of reading the same thing over and over again. I prefer authors who do not take the road most traveled.
Initially that's what appealed to me about this story because the author seemed like maybe she was going my way. Yes, she still had the ludricous idea of a pack and an alpha male and all that shit, but this pack had a human member, and although she was a little weird, she was not a shifter. This created problems when trouble arose and the "Lord Alpha" came to visit the local pack. It sounded interesting.
In the British Isles, at least as far as the mainland is concerned, Cornwall is about as far south as you can get, but for me, this is when the story itself started going south. It didn't help that the author seems clueless that Cornwall does indeed get Earthquakes - about one every other year or so. But with regard to the story, I hear you objecting that these are wolves. Wolves live in packs! There's an alpha male. Why is this wrong? Well, it actually is wrong!
Among real wolves, there is not a lone alpha male; there's an alpha couple. This couple does all or most of the breeding, so pretty much all of the pack is related. Despite this, everyone else, while a part of the pack and deriving certain benefits from that, is pretty much out for his or herself, trying to rise up the hierarchy, and packs are not set in stone. Nor are they all best friends all the time. They wil band together to protect their turf, but within the pack, which can number from two to thirty or so wolves, levels of aggression can rise and fall, and pack members can leave and start their own pack.
But there is no Lord Alpha Male (LAM for short! LOL!). Now werewolves are supposed to be different, but for some reason this pack identifty has taken over the mythology and everyone has bought into it. I have no idea why. And the leader is called 'Lord'? Seriously? What is this? Star Wars? It's the same with vampire stories and it turns me right off them.
This story had the makings of an engaging one, but the more I read, the more humdrum and the less compelling of a read it became. Mackenzie, the main character, was first person voice and this is usually a mistake. I managed to read it, but every time she said "I blah blah blah...", and "Hey lookit me!" and "It's all about me!" and "Check out what I did next!" it reminded me this was a story, and I couldn't get lost in it. "Listen to me" is a great Buddy Holly song. It makes for a sucky narration voice.
Anyway, the pack took her in as a child and no one told her why, but because she's been there so long, she's considered by most to be a pack member, even though she doesn't behave like one herself: she's constantly off following hunches without asking permission or sharing what she knows. So much for the pack! Naturally there's the "school bully" which again turned me off. Of course, she has a special snowflake power which is at the root of the story, but when we finally got around to addressing that, the ending was really rather flat and unsatisfying to me, and predictably, she goes rogue. No surprises there.
The introduction of Lord Corrigan, the national alpha male turned me right off yet again, because he's clearly this macho studly teasing flirtatious dominant male. Even as he curses Mackenzie for insolence, he inexplicably lets her get away with anything she wants to do, and he's simultaneously so weak, useless, and stupid, that he cannot even tell shes not a shifter much less a werewolf. So much for his vaunted powers.
At least the author doesn't call them lycans, I guess, so there's that. Calling werewovles 'lycans' just to try and sound special is as pathetic as calling fairies 'fae'. It's chickenshit and authors should be ashamed of it. But, anyway, if he's the capo dei capi, that doesn't automatically make him the capo di tutti i capi, because presumably there are other packs in other nations.
That's one problem with this story - the world-building just isn't there. Naturally no one - least of all me - wants a story bogged-down with backstory, but it doesn't hurt to toss in a line here and there filling in some detail during the course of telling the story. Instead, we get a vague hand-wave about this local pack, considered by the human residents to be a cult, and yet no one finds this odd? MI5, which is the Brit equivalent of the FBI, has no interest at all in this nationwide network of cults? Really? Had this been set in 1820, fine, but in 2020 with terrorism embedded in the landscape it doesn't work.
There's a central authority pack in London, we learn. Why London? If these wolves despise humans as much as they clearly do according to this novel, then why emulate us at all? For that matter, if they're so superior, or think they are, why even tolerate us? Why not wipe us out? Why even use human names and descriptions for themselves? Like I said, 'lycan' is blessedly avoided, but werewolf is still used. It makes no sense to me, yet it's one of those things readers are expected to just let slide.
We're told nothing about how the wolves make a living or pay for food - or even what food they eat, apart from vague allusions to someone's bad cooking. But why do they even cook their food? I'll tell you why. It's because the author wasn't writing about werewolves any more than one-trick pony author Stephenie Meyer was writing about vampires. They're both writing about humans with a gossamer-thin patina of urban fantasy sprinkled over it.
Does this sound like a litany of nitpicking? Too bad! For me a story either works or it doesn't. When a female author perpetuates this nonsense: "much in the same way that women’s periods aligned themselves if they lived together in close quarters for a long time," it's more than nit-picking, because that menses alignment? It doesn't happen! Like werewolves, it's a myth. Real nitpicking would be to mention that when using the app in night mode, the chapters are so pale against the background that it's hard to read them, or pointing out that when the author writes, "you tended to become somewhat inure to nature’s most reliable outcome" she really should have used 'inured'.
Real problems with writing are what turn me off a book. If it's entertaining enough and delivers a good story I can put up with a lot of issues, but if you, as a reader, are constantly pulled out of it by poor writing choices and shoddy or inconsistent world-building, and disappointed by a flat ending, it's not worth reading the story at all, and this one makes me wish I could have the time back so I could have read something else instead.
