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Freddy Lupin is the youngest of a noble line of werewolves. His father, Flasheart Lupin, was the bravest werewolf since their great ancestor Sir Rathbone. His uncle, Lord Hotspur, is the Grand Growler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. And tonight, on the evening of his one-hundred-and-twenty-first month (ten years and one month to humans), Freddy will undergo his first transwolftation. It's a rite of passage for every great werewolf. For Freddy, however, it's going to be the most embarrassing night ...
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Overview

Freddy Lupin is the youngest of a noble line of werewolves. His father, Flasheart Lupin, was the bravest werewolf since their great ancestor Sir Rathbone. His uncle, Lord Hotspur, is the Grand Growler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. And tonight, on the evening of his one-hundred-and-twenty-first month (ten years and one month to humans), Freddy will undergo his first transwolftation. It's a rite of passage for every great werewolf. For Freddy, however, it's going to be the most embarrassing night of his life. Because Freddy is not going to turn into a werewolf at the sight of the full moon. He's going to turn into a poodle.
Thus begins a funny and fast-paced adventure, wherein Freddy is thrown out of his pack, finds himself in the clutches of the Coldfax Fort dog pound, uncovers the truth about his father's mysterious death, and discovers that the great werewolf hunter, Dr. Foxwell Cripp, is planning to destroy all of his family and friends, and Freddy is the only one who can stop him. He might be small, pink, and groomed, but Freddy Lupin is one hundred percent wolf.

2009 Parents' Choice Recommended Seal winner

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Sylvia Firth
Fantasy is very popular with young readers and they are always looking for new titles. This light, humorous account of a werewolf named Frederick Poncenby Lupin will probably be of interest to boys who do not regard reading as a top priority. Other characters have equally odd names, such as Dr. Foxwell Cripp, his uncle, Sir Hotspur Lupin, and Mrs. Mutton. Freddy has the most trouble with his cousins, Harriet and Chariot, whom he calls the "Disgusting Duo" or the "Putrid Pair." As Freddy is an orphan, he lives in Farfang Castle (the Lupin family home) with his uncle and cousins, who have put up with him since the death of his father, Flasheart Lupin. Freddy loves to have fun, but everything he does ends up as a disaster, so he ends up being banished to his room. His uncle is extremely worried about Freddy's first Transformation. This is when he becomes a werewolf for the first time. Of course nothing goes as planned and Freddy, to the shame and horror of all present, becomes a poodle. His cousins fit him with a magic moonstone that will prevent him from becoming a human or a werewolf and then take him to a dog grooming shop where he is shaved and then dyed pink. He manages to escape and is befriended by a stray dog named Batty. They have many adventures and troubles, but all ends well when Freddy manages to rescue his father and save the whole werewolf clan. Each chapter is introduced with a lively black and white sketch that adds to the humor and character of the story. Add to the collection if books are needed for reluctant readers. Reviewer: Sylvia Firth
School Library Journal
Gr 3–6—Freddy Lupin has been waiting all his life for his first transformation into a wolf. Raised in a castle as a member of a proud and ancient werewolf pack, he has had a difficult time since his father's mysterious death. Prone to accidents and mischief-making, he often angers his uncle, Sir Hotspur, and spars with his young cousins, Harriet and Chariot. But when the auspicious night of "transwolftation" finally arrives, Freddy finds himself changed into, not a mighty wolf, but a little black poodle. As if this is not enough humiliation, his evil cousins capture him and have him dyed pink. After escaping the groomer, Freddy finally unites with some friendly canines, only to find himself in a horrible pound from which no dog has ever escaped. There, he learns the truth about his father's death and plots his return to the castle to save his pack from a deadly werewolf hunter. Character development is certainly not the point here, and readers never find out for certain why Freddy turns into a poodle, but the fast-paced action and numerous fart jokes will lure young reluctant readers.—Hayden Bass, Seattle Public Library, WA
Kirkus Reviews
Dr. Foxwell Cripp, the hunter who shot his dad with a silver bullet, is only one of several adversaries young werewolf Freddy Lupin faces after his much anticipated first "Transwolfation" turns him not into a fierce wolf but a yappy toy poodle. As if that's not enough of a letdown, two malicious cousins who witness the change promptly whisk him off to a poodle parlor for a clipping and a pink dye job. Worse yet, shortly after he's nabbed as an accessory to a sausage theft and consigned to the fortress-like pound, he discovers that Cripp is back, with the intent of wiping out the entire Lupin Pack. Fortunately, along with being a compulsive liar, prankster and boaster Freddy has oodles of resilience and courage, plus a credibility-stretching knack for finding canine allies. Will that be enough, though, to get him out of the pound and on to the rescue? And to give him sufficient reader appeal to surmount all the butt-biting and other labored slapstick with which Lyons's debut is festooned? Yes, and just barely. Illustrations not seen. (Fantasy. 10-12)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416982623
  • Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 8/4/2009
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 496,745
  • Age range: 7 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 680L (what's this?)
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Jayne Lyons has worked as a geologist/geophysicist for fifteen years. 100% Wolf is her first book. She lives with her family in Australia. You can visit her at JayneLyons.com.
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Chapter One: Freddy Lupin

A werewolf is only actually a wolf for one night each month, when the moon is full. Anyone can tell when a wolf is a wolf, but how exactly do you spot a boy who is a wolf? That is the challenge for a wolf hunter, as Dr. Foxwell Cripp would tell anyone who would listen to him (which wasn't many people).

One clue is to look for hairs growing in the palm of the hand. Frederick Poncenby Lupin had them. Right there, a little black tuft in the middle of each palm. Frederick was called Freddy by most people, but not by his uncle. He called Freddy "that foolster Frederick!"

His uncle was the terrifying (and very hairy) Sir Hotspur Lupin, mayor of Milford. He was also the Grand Growler and High Howler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. In other words, he was the most pompous and powerful werewolf in Britain, and he couldn't look at Freddy without becoming purple with anger.

Sir Hotspur liked everything to be just so. Freddy was always doing and saying the wrong thing whenever his uncle was around. And just as often when he wasn't. Just last month he had accidentally put superglue on his uncle's hairbrush. It was a mistake anybody could have made.

"It wasn't me, anyway," Freddy had tried to lie. Sir Hotspur wasn't fooled. Nor did he see the funny side of walking around for a week with a hairbrush stuck to his head. Freddy, on the other hand, had seen the funny side so much that he had lain down on the floor, banged his fist, and cried with laughter. He had of course been banished to his room for the rest of the day. Again.

"You, sir, are a foolster!" Uncle Hotspur bellowed. "You will bring shame upon the Werepack of Lupin. If you don't transform into the world's most ridiculous werewolf one day, I'll eat my trousers. Eat 'em, sir!"

Relations with Uncle Hotspur had never been good. They were about to become much, much worse as tensions in Farfang Castle began to rise. For the moon was waxing toward a perfect full bright circle in the black sky and Freddy Lupin's wolf blood was warming. His first Transwolfation was approaching, and Freddy couldn't wait.

At last! Tonight the April moon would be full.

"Where are you, little pink piggies? Wolfie is coming," Freddy called as he ran.

It was a Saturday, and the morning of his one hundred and twenty-fifth birthday. (In Wolfen time, each full moon is counted. It would be about ten years and one month for a human pup.) He had already run around the house three times, shouting triumphantly.

The "house" was in fact a castle -- Farfang Castle, the home of the Lupin Pack. It was an ancient building, three stories high and complete with battlements, a tower, and a moat. Across the moat was a wooden bridge where a drawbridge had once stood. Farfang was very grand, but to Freddy it was just home. The castle was surrounded by perfect lawns and rose gardens, beyond which was a dense wood. A high stone wall and gates protected the grounds from unwanted eyes, eyes that might see things to make their owner's hair stand on end.

Sometimes a visitor (who of course knew the Lupins only as a respectable family and not as wolves) was invited to visit the mayor. After entering the large front door, visitors found themselves in the Great Hall, the walls of which were covered with spears, swords, stags' heads, and tapestries. On their tour they found that the castle was a square, with an open courtyard and an ornamental fountain at the center. On the far side of the castle was the kitchen, and next to it a narrow stone corridor that led to the tower. At the top of this tower, as far from the grandest rooms as was possible, was Freddy's bedroom, to which Uncle Hotspur never took anyone at all. It was the very one to which he regularly banished his annoying nephew.

"I'm going to find you, piggies. I know you took my chocolate!" Freddy yelled again.

He charged up the servants' staircase, which led from the kitchen up to the main bedrooms, but he couldn't find the Pukesome Twosome anywhere.

The Pukesome Twosome were Uncle Hotspur's twin nine-year-old children: Harriet, a girl, and Chariot, a boy. They were the Disgusting Duo, the Putrid Pair. Freddy couldn't stand them. They were always sneaking and snitching around. They couldn't resist playing snide tricks on him, and he was the one who always ended up getting caught and grounded by Sir Hotspur. But Freddy had one advantage over them: One day he would transform into a werewolf but they would not. (It will be explained soon why that was so.) The twins could never be wolves -- not now, not ever. It was a fact that made Sir Hotspur fume. It made the twins' eyes go narrow with envy. And it was making Freddy grin with delight, for the day that would become his Great Night was here at last.

As any werepup can tell you, the full moon on your one hundred and twenty-fifth birthday is the most exciting night of your life. It is the night of the Grand Growling, the High Howling. The night of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk and the Blood Red Hunt. Most important for Freddy, it was the night of his Transwolfation, when he would become a wolf for the first time. He was going to show his uncle and the Putrid Pair that he was a wolf to be feared and admired.

Right at that moment, however, all he wanted was his chocolate back.

Freddy ran past his cousins' bedrooms on the second floor, toward the front of the castle, and arrived at the Red Stairs to take his usual shortcut. This was the grand staircase, which swept down in a curve to the center of the Great Hall. The stairs earned their name hundreds of years ago, when they had run red with blood during the Battle of Farfang Castle in 1396. The feats of Freddy's ancestor Sir Rathbone de Lupinne as he fought off his enemies were famous among werefolk. In human form, he had defeated twenty men in order to save his pack. His bloody victory was recorded in a tapestry that hung on the Great Hall's main wall. The actual suit of armor Sir Rathbone had worn on that brave day stood at the top of the stairs. The hollow metal glove still held his heavy sword. Legend said that one day the sword would once again save werefolk from destruction. But Freddy wasn't thinking about legends at that moment, only chocolate. He almost knocked the armor over as he barged past. He sat on the banister rail and slid down at high speed.

"Freddy the Fearless flies again," he bellowed as he shot down the rail. At the bottom he took off through the air and landed smack in the center of Sir Hotspur's large stomach, which, with its owner, happened to be passing. The stomach gave a mighty belch and Sir Hotspur fell backward.

"Groof!" cried Freddy's uncle as he landed heavily on his backside. The sheets of his morning newspaper flew around his head.

"It wasn't me!" Freddy immediately cried out, looking around for an excuse. He couldn't see anything or anybody else to blame. "Whoops!" he whispered to himself and bit his lip. Uncle Hotspur was still searching for breath. "Sorry," Freddy added nervously when he saw there was no escape.

He tried to help his uncle rise by pulling on the sleeve of his jacket. Sir Hotspur bashed him away with a rolled-up section of newspaper.

"Step away, sir! Meddlesome menace," cried Sir Hotspur. "I'll be a pickled fish if you have any of Sir Rathbone's blood in your veins, sir. Pickled, I say!"

Freddy sighed. He was sick of hearing about how little he resembled Sir Rathbone. He tried to collect the sheets of newspaper that lay all over the floor, but he picked them up just as his uncle stood on them, and they tore into shreds. He handed the mess over with what he hoped was a charming smile.

The hairs on Sir Hotspur's palms shivered with annoyance as he clambered to his feet. He snatched the pieces of paper and his nostrils flared. His long red mustache trembled as he pointed at Freddy.

"I'll have no flying through the air in this castle," he gasped angrily. "No sliding, running, or leaping!"

"And no fun," Freddy said under his breath.

"What's that?" his uncle roared.

"Nothing." Freddy tried to look innocent.

"You'd better pull up your socks, boy, if you ever mean to be a wolf," Sir Hotspur growled, shaking his head.

Freddy bent down and pulled up his socks.

"How's that?" He beamed.

His uncle snarled. But before he could reply, there was a loud bang on the oak front door.

"Lord and Lady Whitehorn!" Sir Hotspur cried, instantly forgetting his irritating nephew. He was delighted that so many important werefolk would be attending the High Howling in Farfang Castle. He thrust the tattered paper at Freddy and went to welcome his guests.

"Get up to your room and stay out of my way!" he called back over his shoulder. "I'll have no foolster ruining my Great Night."

"It's my Great Night, actually," Freddy muttered under his breath, puffing out his belly and doing a rather good impression of his uncle's fat stomach. He was quite happy to go to his room upstairs, however. He had no intention of wasting the day meeting dull old bores who did nothing more than sit around being amazed at how much he had grown.

Freddy was banished to his room in the old tower on most days. Alone in his room, he would often look at a photograph of his father, Flasheart, who had died when Freddy was a small pup not quite four years old (in human time). Flasheart, who had been brave and kind, most unlike his brother Hotspur, looked back from the photograph with a smile. Freddy could remember him only a little, and his mother not at all, for she had died when he was a baby.

Flasheart's fate was a warning. Werewolves have a nasty and terrifying reputation, and though it's unfair, they must live in secret, for humans can be ignorant and suspicious. Some, like the dreaded Dr. Foxwell Cripp, can be downright dangerous. It was he who had discovered that Freddy's father was a werewolf and shot him with a silver bullet. Every werepup listened in terror to tales of the evil Dr. Cripp.

Freddy stood in front of his mirror and held up the photograph. He looked at his father and then at himself. They both had green eyes and strangely spiky, totally uncontrollable black hair. Their ears stuck out a little. Freddy flexed his nonexistent muscles and posed like a great warrior.

"I'm going to be a great werewolf too, Dad, just like you," Freddy told the photograph. "And you'll be proud of me because...because..."

He couldn't think of a good reason, and for a moment he began to worry. Perhaps Uncle Hotspur was right about him. He wished his father were with him on his Great Night; he was a little frightened of his Transwolfation. He gathered his courage again, leaped onto his bed, and cried defiantly, "You will be proud, Dad, because tonight Freddy the invincible, the fearsome, the heroic...will transform!"

It was going to be the greatest night of his life.

"The mighty blood of Sir Rathbone, werewolf hero, runs through my veins," he declared. "Well, it does!" he added, as if trying to convince someone.

He looked at the photograph once again. He could be as brave as his father, he was sure of it.

"So, Uncle Hotspur, get ready...to eat your trousers! Eat 'em, sir!"

He laughed and flopped onto his back. Staring at the ceiling, a great notion struck him.

"With ketchup on! Because I'm going to be a great wolf."

Text copyright © 2009 by Jayne Lyons

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    First of all, I read the book twice through, including the 'Post Script'. It was hilarious and interesting. I also thought the words on the cover were amusing, too. Another reason I enjoyed this book was because the author didn't emphasize the abilities of the characters too much. For example, when Freddy was a hero he STILL sometimes transformed into a poodle at the sight of the full moon. My favourite part was the ending actually, when all of the wolves were peaceful and Freddy FINALLY...well, it would ruin the story. My friends had started reading it and said it was funny. I highly recommend this book because it will always keep readers interested and laughing (at least in their minds). If I say anymore I'll begin to reveal all the details of the book (like before but I stopped myself).

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