The Abused Werewolf Rescue Group [NOOK Book]


When Tobias Richard Vandevelde wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the night before, his horrified mother tells him that he was found unconscious. At Featherdale Wildlife Park. In a dingo pen. He assumes that his two best friends are somehow responsible, until the mysterious Reuben turns up, claiming that Toby has a rare and dangerous “condition.” Next thing he knows, Toby finds himself involved with a strange bunch of sickly insomniacs who seem convinced that he needs their help. It’s not until he’s ...
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When Tobias Richard Vandevelde wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the night before, his horrified mother tells him that he was found unconscious. At Featherdale Wildlife Park. In a dingo pen. He assumes that his two best friends are somehow responsible, until the mysterious Reuben turns up, claiming that Toby has a rare and dangerous “condition.” Next thing he knows, Toby finds himself involved with a strange bunch of sickly insomniacs who seem convinced that he needs their help. It’s not until he’s kidnapped and imprisoned that he starts to believe them—and to understand what being a paranormal monster really means.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In this action-heavy sequel to The Reformed Vampire Support Group, Australian author Jinks focuses on a different breed of misunderstood monster. After 13-year-old Toby is found, naked and amnesiac, in the dingo pen of a wildlife park in Sydney, his life takes a turn for the weird, as Fr. Ramon Alvarez (whom readers will remember from the previous book) tries to convince Toby that he's a werewolf. Despite initial skepticism, Toby eventually accepts the truth, just in time to be kidnapped by a group running underground werewolf fights. Now, he and an assortment of new allies have to turn the tables on their captors. And when a (recognizable) group of vampires gets involved, things get even messier. As in the earlier book, Jinks has hold of a clever idea and a solid sense of humor, but this installment is brought down by an overdose of disbelief on Toby's part and the chaotic second half of the story. With so much shouting and running around, it's easy to lose track of the actual plot. Ages 12–up. (Apr.)
From the Publisher
"Jinks has hold of a clever idea and a solid sense of humor."—Publishers Weekly

"The satire isnt all thats biting in this darkly comedic sequel to The Reformed Vampire Support Group (2009)."—Kirkus Reviews

Reformed Vampire Support Group
2010 ALA Best Books for Young Adults
Nominated as a YALSA Teens Top Ten
"Jinks’s signature facility with plot and character development is intact as she turns to the topic of vampires—as fans can anticipate, hers are not the romantic superheroes of the Stephenie Meyers books....Throwing in delicious details and aperçus, the author works her way from the murder of one of the vampires to suspense and adventure of the sinister yet daffy variety beloved by readers of Evil Genius. The plot twists, more ornate than in previous works, ramp up the giddiness—and, perhaps, camouflage the corpses, blood and other byproducts of the genre." —Publishers Weekly, starred review 
"Support Group is truly like no other vampire story. It is witty, cunning, and humorous, with numerous plot twists and turns. Jinks has conjured up an eccentric but believable cast of characters in a story full of action and adventure." —School Library Journal
"Jinks’s quirky sense of humor will appeal to fans of her Evil Genius series. Those tired of torrid bloodsucker stories or looking for a comic riff on the trend will feel refreshed by the vomitous, guinea-pig–drinking accidental heroics of Nina and her pals." —Kirkus Reviews
"The ill-assorted bunch of vampires in this offbeat Australian novel couldn't be further from the iconic image of the dangerous, sexy night creature....Jinks draws her characters and their unique challenges in great detail; though the adventure takes a while to get into gear, there's plenty of blood and guts (both types) to go around. One part problem novel, one part comedy, and one part murder-mystery, this alternative vampire story is for outsiders of all kinds, underground or otherwise." —The Horn Book
"Jinks takes readers on a wild ride, poking wicked fun at vampire enthusiasts of all stripes with her wryly clinical take . . . a first-rate comedy with equal appeal for avid vampire fans and those who wouldn't be caught dead with a copy of Twilight." —The Bulletin 

Children's Literature - Kirsten Shaw
When thirteen-year-old Toby Vandevelde wakes up to find himself getting a CT scan at the hospital and learns that he was found inside a dingo pen at a wildlife park he is stunned. With no memory of leaving his house or finding his way to the park, he and his mother assume he is a victim of an epileptic episode. Then two mysterious men, Father Alvarez and Rueben, show up unexpectedly at his door claiming Toby's midnight romp was not due to an epileptic fit, but because Toby is actually a werewolf. How do they know? Rueben is also a werewolf and the men leave Toby's after warning him to seek help before it's too late and he hurts someone he loves. While this seems absurd to Toby at first, he slowly begins to wonder if he might actually be a werewolf. After men working for an illegal werewolf-fighting ring kidnap Toby he learns the hard truth, and realizes he should have listened to Rueben. Jinks gives readers an imaginative take on the typical werewolf story, but spends too much time with Toby's resistance to the idea of being a werewolf and the delinquent pranks of his friends, Fergus and Amin. When Toby is kidnapped, the story finally picks up, giving readers some mystery and a lot of action. A satisfying read for fantasy lovers, if they can stick with it through the first half of the book. Reviewer: Kirsten Shaw
VOYA - Sara Guan
While this book is unique and interesting, it lacks humor, turning it into a very serious story that I did not find as enjoyable as it could have been. The budding romance between Toby and Nina, a pale anorexic girl who turns out to be a vampire, echoes that of Twilight, taking away from the originality of the book. In addition, there seems to be no hope for Toby to ever live a normal life, judging by the lives of other werewolves that he meets, leaving the reader with a vague dissatisfied feeling. It is also very different from Catherine Jinks' previous books featuring Caleb, a super-genius, which walked the thin line between science fiction and not-so-realistic fiction that was still "realistic." 3Q, 3P. Reviewer: Sara Guan, Teen Reviewer
VOYA - Laura Woodruff
Thirteen-year-old Toby Vandevelde considers himself an average nerd until, one morning, he awakens in the hospital to learn that he was discovered—naked and unconscious—lying inside a dingo pen. He immediately suspects he is the victim of his prankster friends, Fergus and Amin. When this proves false, Toby and his single-parent mother investigate epilepsy, another dead end. As explanations disappear, they are visited by Father Ramon and Reuben, a volatile young man who resembles Toby in several ways: exceptional sense of smell, rapidly growing hair, and instantaneous reflexes. The strangers ask if Toby is a seventh son of Portuguese or Spanish descent, a question no one can answer because Toby is adopted. Adventures with kind-hearted vampires, abused werewolves and evil humans follow. Although fast-paced, the convoluted plot brings together supernaturally afflicted characters of differing powers and conflicting motives without real connections, leaving the reader mired in pages of bloody but pointless battle. Toby deteriorates into a whiner searching for a cell phone to call his mother. Jinks, the Australian author of the popular Evil Genius trilogy and The Reformed Vampire Support Group (Graphia, 2010/VOYA October 2009), has borrowed heavily and unsuccessfully from the Twilight series. There is probably no movie contract here. Reviewer: Laura Woodruff
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—Life for 13-year-old Toby Vandevelde has been pretty normal until he awakens in the hospital and discovers that he was found naked and unconscious in the local wildlife park's dingo pen. If that isn't disturbing enough, Toby gets the shock of his life when he is visited by Father Ramon Alvarez and his freaky-looking friend, Rueben. They reveal that he is, in fact, a werewolf. What follows is a whirlwind of events that involves Toby's prankster friends, his overworked mother, an underground werewolf fight ring, kidnappers, abused werewolves, and members of the Reformed Vampire Support Group. As with The Reformed Vampire Support Group (Harcourt, 2009), these supernatural creatures are not romanticized or portrayed as gorgeous, strong, and sexy. Instead Jinks shows them as mistreated, weak, uncontrollable, and in need of therapy. She weaves an action-packed story that has a tempo all its own. The constant plot twists and turns thrust the characters into bizarre situations that are at times as humorous as they are scary. The ending leaves room for another installment. The story can stand on its own, but it will be enjoyed most by those familiar with the characters from the previous book.—Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY
Kirkus Reviews

The satire isn't all that's biting in this darkly comedic sequel toThe Reformed Vampire Support Group(2009). Archetypically sullen and uncommunicative teen Toby is thrown for a loop after waking up the morning after a full moon naked in a nearby wildlife park. He finds himself caught between the smothering attentions of his annoyingly smart adoptive mother and the bizarre but enticing warning delivered by a scarred, dangerous looking stranger named Reuben that he's a werewolf. Barely has Toby begun to take that idea seriously than he's kidnapped by promoters of international werewolf death matches and taken to an arena in the remote outback. Rescuers appear quickly; as it turns out, werewolves aren't all that uncommon and even have organized self-help groups. Nor are they the only supernatural creatures around, as Toby discovers when Reuben shows up with a band of startlingly pale, sickly but uncommonly resilient helpers who display a sharp aversion to daylight. Jinks has a few other surprises in store too, but (in possibly deliberate imitation of a certain wildly popular penumbral series) she challenges readers first to slog through hundreds of pages of snarling dialogue, repetitive ruminations and aimless plotting. Not to mention unresolved issues and an unwieldy supporting cast, both of which are likely to spill over into further sequels. By the end it's hilarious, but many teens may struggle to get that far.(Satiric fantasy. 12-15)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547574080
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 4/4/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 757,251
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Lexile: HL640L (what's this?)
  • File size: 338 KB

Meet the Author

CATHERINE JINKS is the author of the Evil Genius trilogy, of which the first book was a PW Best Book of the Year and an SLJ Best Book of the Year, and The Reformed Vampire Support Group. The author of over thirty books for children and adults, she is a three-time winner of the Children’s Book Council of Australia Book of the Year award, and has also won a Victorian Premier’s Literature Award, the Ena Noel Award for Children’s Literature, and an Aurealis Award for Science Fiction. In 2001 she was presented with a Centenary Medal for her contribution to Australian Children’s Literature. Catherine lives in Leura, Australia.

Catherine Jinks grew up in Papua New Guinea and now resides in New South Wales, Australia. She is a three-time winner of the Children's Book Council of Australia Book of the Year award and has received the Centenary Medal for her contribution to Australian children's literature. Her popular works for young readers include the Evil Genius series, The Reformed Vampire Support Group, and the trilogy that began with How to Catch a Bogle.
Visit her website at

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Chapter 1

You’ve probably heard of me. I’m the guy they found in a dingo pen at Featherdale Wildlife Park.
 It was all over the news. If I’d been found in a playground,
or on a beach, or by the side of the road, I wouldn’t have scored much coverage. Maybe I’d have ended up on page five of some local rag. But the whole dingo angle meant that I got national exposure. Hell, I got international exposure. People read about me in all kinds of places, like England and Canada and the
United States. I know, because I checked. All I had to do was google “dingo pen” and— Pow! There I was.
 Not that anyone mentioned my name, of course. Journalists aren’t supposed to identify teenagers. In the Sydney Morning
Herald, this is all they said:

A 13- year- old boy is in a stable condition at Mount Druitt Hospital after being found unconscious in a dingo pen at Featherdale
Wildlife Park, in western Sydney, early this morning. A park spokesperson says that a dingo in the same pen sustained minor injuries, which were probably inflicted by another dingo. Police are urging anyone with information about the incident to contact them.

 As you can see, it wasn’t exactly a double- page spread. And just as well, too, because when I was found, I was in the buff.
Naked. Yes, that’s right: I’d lost my gear. Don’t ask me how.
All I know is that I’m the luckiest guy alive. Being Dingo Boy was bad enough, but being naked Dingo Boy would have been much, much worse. I wouldn’t have survived the jokes. Can you imagine the kind of abuse I’d have copped on my first day back at school? It would have been a massacre. That’s why I’m so relieved that nobody printed a word about the missing clothes. Or the damaged fence. Or the cuts and bruises. Either the newspapers weren’t interested or the police weren’t talking.
(Both, probably.) And I never told anyone that I was naked.
Not even my best friends. Especially not my best friends.
 I mean, I’m not a complete idiot.
So there I was, in the dingo pen at Featherdale Wildlife
Park, and I don’t remember a thing about it. Not one thing. I
remember lying in my own bed at around 10:00 p.m., fiddling with a flashlight, and then I remember waking up in hospital.
That’s all. I swear to God, I wasn’t fiddling with a tube of glue or a bottle of scotch; it was an ordinary flashlight. Next thing
I knew, I was having a CT scan. I was stretched out on a gurney with my head in a machine.
 No wonder I panicked.
 “It’s all right. You’re all right,” people were saying. “Can you hear me? Toby? Your mum’s on her way.”
 I think I might have mumbled something about breakfast as
I tried to pull offmy pulse oximeter. I was a bit confused. I was,
in fact, semiconscious. That’s what Mum told me afterward—
and when you’re semiconscious, it’s usually because you’ve damaged your head or your spine. In the ambulance on your way to hospital, you have to wear an oxygen mask and a neck collar. And once you reach the Emergency Department, they start checking you for things like leaking cerebral fluid. (Ugh.)
 I wasn’t semiconscious for very long, though. At first I didn’t quite know where I was. I couldn’t understand why I was lying down or what all the beeping monitors were for. But the fog in my head soon cleared, and I realized that I was in trouble. Big trouble.
 Just six months before, I’d been in the same Emergency Department with two broken fingers, after my friend Fergus and
I had taped roller skates to a surfboard. (I don’t recommend grass- surfing, just in case you’re interested. It’s impossible to stand up.) So I recognized the swinging doors, and the funny smell, and the bed- curtains. Even a couple of the faces around me were vaguely familiar.
 “What happened?” I asked as I was being wheeled around like a shopping trolley full of beer cans. “Did I get hurt?”
 There was a doctor looming over me. I could see straight up her nose. “Don’t you remember?” she said.
 “What’s the last thing you can remember?”
 “Umm . . .” I tried to think, but it wasn’t easy. Not while I
was being poked and prodded by about a dozen different people.
 “Do you have a headache?” someone inquired.
 “Do you feel sick in the stomach?”
 “A bit.”
 “Can you look over here, please, Toby? It is Toby, isn’t it?”
  “Yeah. Course.” At the time, I thought that they knew me from my previous visit. I was wrong, though. They were only calling me Toby because Mum had panicked. She’d walked into my bedroom at 6:00 a.m., seen my empty bed, searched the house, realized that I didn’t have my phone, and notified the police. I don’t suppose they were very concerned at that point.
(It wasn’t as if I was five years old.) All the same, they’d asked for a name and description.
 So when I showed up at Featherdale, without any ID, it didn’t really matter. The police were already on the lookout for a very tall, very skinny thirteen- year- old with brown hair,
brown eyes, and big feet.
 One of the nurses told me later that she hadn’t recognized me when I first came in because there was so much blood and dirt all over my face.
 “Can you tell us your full name, Toby?” was the next question pitched at me, from somewhere offto my right.
 “Uh— Tobias Richard Vandevelde.”
 “And your address?”
 I told them that, too. Then I spotted the big jagged cut on my leg.
 “What happened?” I said with mounting alarm. “Is Mum all right?”
 “Your mum’s fine. She’s on her way here now. The police called her.”
 “The police?” This was bad news. This was terrible news.
“Why? What have I done?”
 “Nothing. As far as we know.”
 “Then— ”
  “You’re breathing a bit fast, Toby, so what I’m going to do now is run a blood gas test . . .”
 I couldn’t get a straight answer from any of them, but I
didn’t want to make a fuss. Not while they were trying to figure out what was wrong with me. They kept asking if I was in pain,
and if I could see properly, and if I knew what year it was, and then at last the crowd around my bed began to disperse. It didn’t take me long to realize that people were drifting away because I wasn’t going to die. I mean, I’d obviously been downgraded from someone who might spring a leak or pitch a fit at any moment to someone who could be safely left in a holding bay with a couple of machines and a really young doctor.
 “Not all of these cuts are going to heal by themselves,” the really young doctor said cheerfully as he pulled out his box of catgut (or whatever it was). “We might give you a local before we stitch you up. Do you know when you had your last tetanus shot?”
 Dumb question. Of course I didn’t. You’d be better offasking me how many eyelashes I have.
 “Fair enough.” He didn’t seem too surprised. “Maybe your mum can tell me.”
 “Maybe I can tell you what?” said a voice— and all of a sudden,
there was my mum. She’d obviously had a bad morning.
Though she was dressed in her work clothes, with earrings and fancy shoes and her good handbag, she hadn’t put on her makeup or put in her contact lenses. And without makeup or contact lenses she looks like . . . well, she looks like a nun or something. It’s partly because she’s so pale and tired and washed out and partly because she wears chunky, librarian- style glasses.
 “I’m Rowena Vandevelde,” she said. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?”
 “Oh. Ah. Yes.” The very young doctor forgot to introduce himself. “I was wondering when Toby last had a tetanus shot?”
 Mum knew the answer to that, of course. She also knew my
Medicare number, and the exact date of my last hospital visit,
and all the other boring details that I couldn’t have remembered in a million years. Because she’s a mother, right? It’s her job to keep track of that stuff.
 I kind of tuned out while she was debriefing various people with clipboards. I might even have dozed offfor a few minutes,
because I was really tired. But I woke up quick smart when the very young doctor started jabbing needles into me. That was no fun, I can tell you. And it seemed to last forever, even though
Mum tried to distract me with her questions.
 The first thing she wanted to know was what happened.
 “You tell me,” was all I could say.
 “Don’t you remember?”
 “Nothing at all?”
 I shook my head, then winced. “Ouch,” I complained.
 And the very young doctor said, “Nearly finished.”
 “What’s the last thing you do remember?” Mum queried.
“Do you remember leaving the house?”
 “No.” A sort of chill ran through me. “Is that what I did?”
 “You weren’t in bed this morning.” Mum’s voice wobbled a bit, but she managed to hold it together. “They found you at
 “In the dingo pen.”
 I’d better explain that I live quite close to Featherdale Wildlife
Park, so I’ve been there a few times. And I’ve seen the dingo pen.
 “Oh, man,” I croaked. It was hard to believe. But one look at Mum’s face told me that she wasn’t kidding.
 “Are you sure you don’t know how you got there, Toby?”
 “Do you remember going to bed?”
 Casting my mind back, I could recall throwing offmy quilt because it was so hot. I’d picked up my flashlight and shone it at the stickers on the ceiling. The fan had been whirling around and around overhead.
 Could it have hypnotized me somehow?
 “You weren’t very well,” Mum continued. “That’s why you went to bed earlier than usual.”
 “Yeah.” It was true. I’d been feeling a bit off, though not in any specific way. I hadn’t been suffering from a headache or a sore throat or a nagging cough. I’d just felt bad. “My stomach’s still bothering me.”
 “Dr. Passlow will be here soon,” the very young doctor remarked.
“He’s the pediatrician. You can discuss those symptoms with him.” Then he patted my wrist. “All finished. Well done. You’re a real hero.”
 As he packed up his catgut and his bits of bloodstained gauze, I tried and tried to recollect what had happened. I’m a light sleeper, so there’s no way I could have been dragged out of bed and carried offlike a baby. If I’d left the house, I would have done it under my own steam.
 But why? And how?
 “You must have crawled out the window,” Mum volunteered,
as if reading my mind. “All the geraniums underneath it were trampled.”
 “Oh,” I said. “Sorry.” Though I didn’t even know what geraniums were, I figured they must have been important. Not to mention fragile. “I don’t remember that.”
 “Listen, Toby.” Mum leaned forward. She looked like a total wreck— what with her twitching nerves and puffy, bloodshot eyes— but her voice was still sweet and calm. Even when she’s mad at me, she doesn’t sound as if she’s yelling or nagging.
I guess it’s because she’s a speech therapist.
 Maybe she’s spent so many years teaching people to talk nicely that she can’t stop doing it herself.
 “If there’s something you don’t want to tell me,” she said,
“you can always talk to a professional. A counselor. I know how easy it is to buy drugs these days— ”
 “— and if you were experimenting— ”
 “I wasn’t.”
 “— that would certainly explain what happened.”
 “I wasn’t, Mum!”
 “Are you sure?” She stared at me long and hard. “Think about it. Are you absolutely sure?”
 I couldn’t be sure. That was the trouble. I couldn’t remember anything, so I couldn’t be sure of anything. Except, of course, that I don’t usually mess around with drugs. The only cigarette I’ve ever smoked made me really, really sick; I smoked it at school, during recess, and when the bell rang for class,
I was too cheap to throw it away because it was only half finished. So I quickly smoked the rest— in about ten seconds flat.
 Man, that was a bad idea. I nearly passed out. I thought I
was going to die. (From nicotine poisoning?) Practically the same thing happened at Amin’s house when we discovered an ancient bottle of port in his garage. We tried to drink the whole lot before his dad came home, and I was puking for hours afterward.
 That was when I decided there are better ways to have fun— like grass- surfing, for instance. I might have broken a few fingers doing it, but at least I had fun. Chugging port, on the other hand, isn’t fun. That stufftastes like cough syrup. As for smoking cigarettes . . . well, I’d rather make stink- bombs any day.
 “I couldn’t have been stoned.” Upon mulling things over, I
was convinced of this. “I don’t have any drugs. Not even glue or smelly markers.” The thing about drugs is they’re expensive.
Fergus has a brother called Liam who smokes a lot of marijuana,
and he never lets Fergus sample his stash because it costs so much. It’s kept under lock and key, so there’s no way
Fergus could have got to it. And since I can’t afford an iPhone,
I’m certainly not going to be shelling out huge amounts of dough for a few puffs of hydroponic. “There were no drugs in my bedroom, swear to God.”
 “But could you have gone out to get some, Toby?”
 “No!” By this time, I have to admit, I was starting to panic.
It’s no joke when a whole chunk of your life has suddenly gone missing. “Why would I have done that?”
 Mum sighed. “Because Fergus asked you to?” she suggested.
 I suppose I’d better explain that Mum doesn’t like Fergus very much. She doesn’t mind my friend Amin, but she thinks
Fergus is a bad influence. It’s probably no surprise that she wanted to blame Fergus for what had happened.
 To be honest, I couldn’t help wondering about that myself.
 “If you got involved in some prank, Toby, and you’re scared to admit it— ”
 “I don’t know.” That was the frightening thing. I really didn’t know. “I can’t remember.”
 “I won’t get mad, I promise. I’d be relieved.”
 “Mum, I told you. I can’t remember! ” I didn’t want to start crying,
so I decided to get mad instead. “Why don’t you believe me? It’s not my fault I can’t remember!”
 “Okay. All right.”
 “Why wouldn’t I tell you? I mean, I’m in enough trouble as it is; how could it possibly get any worse?” I’d hardly finished speaking when I was struck by a horrible thought. “I didn’t kill any dingoes, did I?”
 “No,” said Mum. “But the fence was damaged.”
 “What fence?”
 “The one at Featherdale.”
 “Which doesn’t necessarily mean that you were responsible,”
Mum quickly added, just as somebody pushed back the curtains that were drawn around my bed.
 I looked up to see a pair of uniformed police officers flashing tight- lipped, professional smiles at me. One was a short,
blond woman who smelled of soap. The other was a tall, dark man who smelled like fish and chips.
 “Hello,” said the man. “How are you doing? Mind if we have a quick word?”

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  • Posted April 10, 2011

    Crazy and Fun

    This is a really crazy and fun book that is really about finding out who you are and accepting it. It makes no difference if you are a werewolf or a high school student. Knowing who you are is what matters.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2013

    Pretty cool

    This was a pretty cool book. The cover miss led me though, because I thought Toby would be older, or at least a bit more mature. Despite this being a young teen book at least it wasn't some werewolf mate book. You know, where its just this chick who's "claimed" by some hot were dude? The concepts are really interesting, and in my opinion I definitely agree with them. I did not even know this was a second book in a series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013


    I love this book. The frist was good and this one wwas better. I fell in love with the toby. I though he was funny and this whole was funny too. The love the plot. A great read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012


    I have the book and luv it! But when u first start reading it, it is slow and when u get deeper into the chaperts maybe 5-10 i think? It starts to get really interesting. But overal great book

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2012

    Not that great

    I haven't read the1st one yet, so maybe this would have been a better story if i had. Nina and Ruban seem like grear characters, but because we are stuck with Toby's point of view you don't get alot of info on them. Again, it's probably in the 1st book. I'll have to give that one a try. Perhaps it will make this one better.

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  • Posted September 27, 2011

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    The Abused Werewolf Rescue Group

    Tobias Vandeveld is in a bit of a bind. He's woken up in the hospital with no idea how he got there or what happened the night before. His mother is furious, the doctors are confused, and the police are involved. Apparently he spent the night in a dingo pen.....naked. Now his friends find this to be the best story of the year (they don't know about the naked part), but Toby and his family are getting concerned. They have been visited by a priest and a rather surly looking man, who claim that the reason for Toby's strange night is because he's a werewolf. Toby's mother flips out, what good mother wouldn't, and tells them both to leave before she calls the police. Of course no one really believes that Toby is a werewolf. But then the story continues and for once, Toby's mother is proven wrong.

    Toby is your typical almost delinquent young teenager. He hangs out with the local boys and occasionally gets into trouble, but for the most part he's not too bad. But this whole werewolf thing really throws him for a loop. As much as he doesn't want to believe it, it all starts to make sense. His life takes a turn for the worse, when Toby is abducted by werewolf hunters and held in a secure underground cell. His friendships are tested and his mother is highly upset when it all comes out in the end.

    The story was a great read with a "realistic" twist. If you were a werewolf in real life, there's a good chance this is how you would have to life. I enjoyed that part very much, it wasn't too fantastical. The story is told from Toby's point of view which has its pros and cons. It's great getting inside his had and watching the pieces fall into place, but at the same time I felt like I was missing out on a lot of the other characters. They just seemed a little flat to me.


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  • Posted August 20, 2011

    Cover is misleading

    The guy on the cover looks like an adult so I thought this was about a grown man. No! It's about a kid! Nothing against teen fiction but such a heading accompanying the description would be nice.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 16, 2011


    The first book was quirky. This one was a lot of complaining. No humor. A lot of fighting and expletives. No real point.

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  • Posted April 7, 2011

    Fantastic Book

    After being found, naked, in a dingo pen at a wildlife park, Toby Vandevelde's world takes a turn for the bizarre. People begin telling him he's a werewolf, but how can that be? Werewolves don't exist. do they? And now it's up to Toby to find out the truth. Whatever that might be. In what proves to be an exciting and oftentimes frightening road to self-discovery, Toby will learn more than whether werewolves really exist. He'll find his true self somewhere along the way.

    Toby's a rather troubled child at the beginning of the novel. His friends aren't the most reliable or reputable, but they are his friends just the same. However, as he's confronted with the possibility of being a werewolf, he finds an entirely new group of people that change his life. In a lot of ways, they aren't any more reputable than his original friends, but they are much more reliable. Toby's outlook on life changes a lot from the beginning to the end of this story. As his outlook changes, so does his personality. At times, I wasn't sure if I was even going to like this kid and then, before I knew it, he was doing something to completely redeem himself. It was refreshing to watch him make progress, stumble, and pull himself back together and move forward.

    If you're looking for a wild ride of a story, then The Abused Werewolf Rescue Group is the book for you. Packed full of craziness from the very first page, you're carted along as Toby and his band of mis-matched misfits are on the hunt for some very bad people. and find them much by accident. Watch as they rescue Toby and another abused werewolf from their clutches and make the world a safer place for paranormal creatures of all kinds. A highly entertaining and enjoyable read for older kids and adults alike!

    Originally posted at The Long and Short of It Romance Reviews

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  • Posted April 7, 2011

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    Great book!

    This book is great, fun easy read. It's one of those books that you know whats going on but its easy just to sit back and enjoy it. What I like most about the book was the characters. You felt Toby's animosity toward him finding out what he was. I think for once it was good to see a characters really reject and have a hard time coming to see what he was until it was too late. Toby rejections was also funny at the same time. I love how he always made sarcastic comments to make him feel better. It made me laugh a long with him too.

    The plot was similar one but the twist of a underground werewolf fighting ground made it much better. I felt for the wolfs who had no idea what had happen. They felt lost and confused. I am glad that a group came together to rescue the wolfs who were taken and help them come back to who they are. Some were so lost into fighting they were animals even without their changes.

    My only gripe, is the plot. It was slow to start off with. Also there was a lot of back round information that need to be said in order for the reader to find their place and understanding in the book.

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

    A great narrative voice

    I enjoyed the first-person narrative voice of this young adult novel more than I did the plot. Toby is a teenage Australian boy who wakes up one morning in the dingo pen at a wildlife refuge. As you might guess from the title, he's a werewolf, and this book is mostly about his learning this fact and coming to terms with it, with a lot of humor and teenage mischief.

    I'd definitely give this to a late middle grade or early teen reader.

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