Wereling (Steve Feasey's Wereling Series #1)

Wereling (Steve Feasey's Wereling Series #1)

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by Steve Feasey
     
 

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Fourteen-year-old Trey Laporte is not a kid anymore. Not after the day he wakes up in agony—retina-splitting, vomit-inducing agony. His clothes are torn. His room is trashed.
Enter Lucien Charron, the mysterious, long-lost "uncle" with freakish fire-flecked eyes and skin that blisters in the sun. Suddenly, Trey finds himself living in a luxury penthouse at

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Fourteen-year-old Trey Laporte is not a kid anymore. Not after the day he wakes up in agony—retina-splitting, vomit-inducing agony. His clothes are torn. His room is trashed.
Enter Lucien Charron, the mysterious, long-lost "uncle" with freakish fire-flecked eyes and skin that blisters in the sun. Suddenly, Trey finds himself living in a luxury penthouse at the heart of a strange and sinister empire built on the powers of the Netherworld—vampires, demons, sorcerers, and djinn.
And there is a girl—Alexa Charron—who is half vampire, half human, and insanely pretty, with powers all of her own. Trey is falling for her.
Trey is training night and day to control the newly discovered power lurking inside him. Now, demons are closing in on every side, and the most psychopathic bloodsucker to rock the Netherworld wants to destroy him. Above all, he must face one terrifying question:
Is he a boy . . . or is he a beast?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Debut author Feasey kicks off a gripping new series with a tale of a young man unexpectedly discovering his true heritage. When 14-year-old orphan Trey wakes up to a room that's been utterly destroyed, with no way anyone could have gotten in as he slept, it's the start of a new chapter in his life. The same day, the mysterious Lucien Charron shows up, pretending to be his long-lost uncle, and frees him from the oppressive group home. Trey soon learns that magic is real, Lucien is a vampire, and he himself is a werewolf, perhaps the last hereditary werewolf alive. Introduced to Lucien's beautiful daughter, Alexa, and his right-hand man, Tom, Trey has little time to adjust before he's learning to control his powers and fight creatures he couldn't even have imagined a week earlier. Although Trey sometimes sounds overly formal (“I need to talk to someone, Lucien, and it would appear that my options in that department are somewhat limited and diminishing rapidly”), Feasey's world-building is solid, the characters believable, and the action genuine, making this an all-around strong beginning. Ages 12–up. (May)
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“Feasey's world-building is solid, the characters believable, and the action genuine, making this an all-around strong beginning.” —Publishers Weekly

“Paranormal fans and reluctant readers will feast on this fast-paced vampire/werewolf tale with a technological twist.” —School Library Journal

Children's Literature - Jeanna Sciarrotta
When Trey Laporte wakes up naked, with a splitting headache and no memory of the night before, it is the beginning of a whirlwind day that will change his life forever. Moments later a mysterious visitor comes to see him in the Care Home that he has been living in since the death of his parents and smuggles him out with promises of answers. As he finds himself chased by demons and bloodsuckers from every angle, Trey rapidly comes to terms with the Netherworld that he never knew existed. With the help of his vampire savior and a beautiful half girl half vampire that he can't help but fall, Trey must prepare for the fight of his life. As yet another tale of Werewolves and Vampires hits the shelves, most readers might question the authenticity of the story. However, Steve Feasey, dabbling in teen fiction for the first time, creates a refreshing tale of a shockingly normal teenager coming to terms (maybe a bit too quickly at times) with his paranormal reality. Those tired of the vampyric love story should not shy away from this one as the teenage hormones stay in check in light of the impending battle at the end of the story. Fitting the trend, this story is left open to expansion and readers can probably expect another adventure in the near future. Reviewer: Jeanna Sciarrotta
VOYA - Kathleen Beck
Everything changes the day orphaned Trey awakes in the children's home to find his room totally trashed. Who did this? Things become even odder when a mysterious stranger, Lucien, whisks Trey away to his luxurious penthouse in London and reveals himself as a vampire who was once the partner of Trey's father in fighting evil. Trey himself is the last surviving hereditary werewolf—meaning he was born one, not bitten. It was the manifestation of his wolf self, triggered by puberty, which destroyed his room and possessions, and Trey must now learn to control his powerful alter ego. Lucien needs Trey to help defeat the evil Caliban, who, with other denizens of the "nether-world," intends to use the magical Ring of Amon to subjugate humankind. Lucien's beautiful daughter, Alexa, and loyal henchman, Tom, complete the team. The ending finds Lucien on the brink of death after rescuing his daughter from Caliban's clutches; a sequel is clearly planned. An appended "demoncyclopedia" provides a guide to the creatures of the nether-world. This might have made a good graphic novel, full of mayhem and creepy critters. As is, it reads like a hastily written, uneasy conglomeration of fantasy/horror cliches. The writing is often awkward (Trey's "actions crushed in on him"; Lucien climbs into a car and sits on a "chair" rather than in the seat), and characters veer between colloquial and overly-formal speech. With many good fantasy/horror choices, libraries can easily let this one pass. Reviewer: Kathleen Beck
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—Trey, 14, wakes in pain with no clothes on and no memory of the night before. Everything in his small room at his British care center for orphans is destroyed. Before he can be punished for the mess, a stranger comes claiming to be his uncle and asks Trey to trust him. Trey escapes with this mysterious individual, who is neither his uncle…nor human. Lucien Charron is a vampire who has come to help Trey become what he was born to be: a werewolf. Trey learns that his parents were murdered and that Caliban, Lucien's evil vampire brother, is trying to kill him because of a prophecy. Lucien, with the help of his daughter Alexa, a sorceress; and his right-hand man, Tom, begin to teach Trey how to transform at will and keep control of his mind. Despite their combined efforts to keep the boy safe, he is attacked, and it soon becomes clear that someone has betrayed them. When Alexa is kidnapped, Trey and his protectors must face Caliban and his minions to rescue her and save all of mankind from subjugation. Paranormal fans and reluctant readers will feast on this fast-paced vampire/werewolf tale with a technological twist. A "Demoncyclopedia" at the end of the book explains the abilities and hierarchy of the netherworld creatures. Expect sequels.—Samantha Larsen Hastings, Riverton Library, UT

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780312596125
Publisher:
Feiwel & Friends
Publication date:
04/27/2010
Series:
Steve Feasey's Wereling Series, #1
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
638,356
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)
Lexile:
1050L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Wereling


By Steve Feasey

Feiwel and Friends

Copyright © 2009 Steve Feasey
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-3824-2


CHAPTER 1

Trey Laporte opened his eyes, wincing against the assault of the late-morning sunshine on his retinas. Sitting up in bed, he clutched his hands to his head as a mortar shell of pain exploded inside his brain. Bright stars lit up behind his eyelids, making him feel sick to his stomach. He sank back onto his pillow with a groan and stared up at the ceiling, which shifted and swirled slightly under his scrutiny. Saliva filled his mouth again and he concentrated hard on not vomiting, wishing that these feelings would go away.

He realized that he had no recollection of going to bed last night. He struggled to remember, small, tight lines creasing his forehead as he tried to piece together what could have happened to cause him to wake up feeling like this. But there was nothing.

After dinner he'd played Pro Evolution Soccer on the Xbox with Wayne in the common room. Wayne was his usual inept self and Trey soon got bored of thrashing the pants off him. At nine o'clock he'd called it a night and gone back to his room to listen to his MP3 player. He'd walked into the room, locked it behind him, and then ... nothing.

He couldn't remember a single thing from that moment onward. It was as if someone had hit a Delete button at the precise moment he'd entered his room, and erased everything from that point until now.

He lifted himself up off the pillow again. A fresh wave of nausea rolled over him, causing a hiss to escape his lips. His mouth was so dry that his swollen tongue felt sticky against the roof of his palate. He needed a drink of water. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his eyes shut against both the sunlight and the fireworks that detonated inside his skull whenever he moved. He was naked. This fact bothered him because he never slept naked. He fished under his pillow and pulled out his pajama shorts. This was just too weird. Trey forced his eyes open and bent down to pull the shorts on when he saw his shoes. His favorite shoes. What the hell ...?

There was a sharp knock at the door.

Trey ignored the knock, and the pain, and the sickness that consumed every molecule of him. He'd saved for weeks to be able to afford those sneakers, and now they were lying on the floor ripped apart as though someone had taken a large carving knife and slashed at them in some frenzied attack. He leaned forward to get a closer look at the mess and gasped as the rush of blood to his head caused a balloon of pain to burst behind his eyes.

"My shoes! What the ...?" His voice cracked as he tried to speak, and his throat felt painfully raw. The pain pulsated through his esophagus in waves, and he instinctively reached up a hand to touch the flesh around his throat. He swallowed, wincing at the pain that even this simple act caused. Standing up, he desperately looked around for something to drink, and saw properly for the first time the chaos that had become his bedroom. He turned in a slow circle, his mouth hanging open in utter disbelief as he took in the destruction and disorder that was all around him.

He shivered and became aware of the cold for the first time. Looking over his shoulder, he stared at the window, which was hanging at an impossible angle from the buckled metal casing. Large gouges could be seen on the frame where the white plastic had been scored away, revealing the shiny metal underneath. The window itself was intact but appeared to have been torn away from the top hinge so that it hung outward at a drunken incline. His eyes shifted to the wall to the side of the opening, where great rents had been made in the plaster, as if someone had taken a garden fork and raked it along the surface.

How could he have slept through this? How could anyone have slept through this?

The entire room had been wrecked. His possessions — he had so few good things that he kept them neatly arranged and cared for — were scattered around the place, many broken and destroyed. His heart was slamming into his chest and he felt a sudden urge to scream out in anger. He wanted to cry. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted to find whoever had done this and —

The knock on the door was repeated, louder this time, and he turned to look in its direction. His eyes fell on the key that was still in the lock on the inside. He walked over and twisted the door handle, expecting to feel the door give and open. He stepped back when it refused to budge and stared suspiciously at the white glossy surface. Reaching forward again, he took the key between his thumb and finger and slowly turned it clockwise, the lines on his forehead deepening at the sound of the bolt sliding free from the plate in the door and receding back into the body of the mechanism. He let the door open an inch or two. Turning his head, he looked over again at the window, noting that the key was still in that lock too. His heart shifted up a gear, and he looked around the room again in dismay, unable to even begin to try to piece together what had happened here. A desire to throw up came over him.

The damage to the window looked as if it had been done from the inside ... and yet he had been in the room asleep. Surely he would have woken up at the sound of all this carnage going on around him.

Trey slowly turned around and went back over to the bed. He picked up his ruined sneakers, ignoring the daggers of pain that stabbed at his brain, and sat on the mattress, staring down at the ripped leather-and-rubber jumble that had so recently been his prized possession — the best pair of shoes he had ever owned.

They look like some kind of dissected animals, he thought, and he was reminded of the frogs that they had been made to cut apart in a biology class, their tough outer skins sliced open and then peeled back to reveal the gory interiors. The laces that he'd spent so long getting just right — he'd rethreaded them three times so that the bars would not be twisted — were now a ruptured, shredded mess.

"Trey?" Colin Wallington's voice came into the room. "Are you all right, Trey?"

The door was pushed open a little farther and Trey heard the gasp.

"Oh my God. What have you done?"

Colin Wallington stepped into the room. He was a tall, skinny man with black slicked-back hair and greedy eyes that never stayed still. These, coupled with a thin, hooked nose, gave him an unkind, birdlike appearance that had earned him the nickname of Vulture from the children in his care. He walked into the center of the room, gawking about him in disbelief and shaking his head. He turned to stare at Trey with a look of rage.

"What have you done here?"

"Are you mad?" Trey croaked. "I didn't do this. Why would I do this to my room and my stuff? Look at these shoes!" He held them up for a second before realizing that he was still completely naked. He pulled the quilt over his lower half and reached for his pajamas again, pulling them on over his legs beneath the covers.

Trey noticed that Colin was shaking as he stood, rooted to the spot, some galvanizing current running through his entire body anchoring him in position. He was clenching and unclenching his left hand as he looked at the teenager.

Trey had never seen the head care worker of Apple Grove Care Home so angry in the three years that he had been there. Colin was a hurtful, spiteful man, who seemed to derive some sick kind of pleasure from belittling the children in his care, but as far as Trey was aware, he had never physically harmed anyone in his charge. Instead he was an insidious bully who relied upon harsh and unkind words to hurt the kids he didn't like. Trey had never seen him as worked up as he was now, and was fearful that the man might actually be on the verge of hitting him.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble and extra work you have caused me with this little stunt?" Colin asked through clenched teeth. A tic had started up above his left eyebrow, causing it to twitch repetitively. "I'll have to file a report, get someone in to fix that window, and —"

He stopped and sniffed, his face contorting into a gargoyle-like caricature of disgust, the tic still merrily dancing to some unheard tune over his eye.

"What in God's name is that stench?"

He bent and picked up the tattered sweatshirt at his feet. Smelling it and deciding that this was not the source of the reek that filled the room, he dropped it and eyed Trey suspiciously. "What have you been doing in here, you disgusting little turd?"

Trey could smell it now. It was an oily, metallic smell that reminded him of rotting leaves and freshly turned earth. But there was something else lying within the odor that was not so easy to identify. A brownish-orange smell, which, although strangely familiar to him, just eluded his attempts to identify it.

He stopped. Brownish-orange smell? What on earth was he thinking? You don't see odors, you just ... smell them.

But that was exactly how he envisioned this smell that permeated through the room, as a rich, gravy-like color, with slowly pulsating globes of orange moving around within it — but even color wasn't the right word to describe the feeling he was trying to pin down. It was more like a memory of a sensation, some innate sense that he had either lost or never used before — like being blind from birth and trying to describe how you see the sky in your mind's eye.

Frowning, he shook his head, trying to rattle loose these strange thoughts and clear them out.

"Are you listening to me?" Colin said, pointing a shaking finger at him. "This," he said, staring around him again, "is too much. Even for you. I thought that we were beyond the anger issues that you brought with you when you came here three years ago. But clearly you need to be reminded of how to behave like a human being again. I'm going to refer you for a little vacation in the APU. Remember your last stay there? I'm sure you'll feel right back at home once you're on a ward surrounded by a whole gang of other psychopaths. Pack your stuff — you'll be leaving for the Tank today."

The Tank was a referral center for the Adolescent Psychiatric Unit where Apple Grove sent kids that had gone off the rails. Self-harmers, kids who were at risk of suicide, violent and abusive children were all sent to the APU. The unit itself wasn't so bad, but before you got there you had to go to the Tank, where the approach to keeping you quiet was to fill you so full of drugs that you became one of the living dead. Trey had been sent there five months after his arrival at the home when his refusal to communicate with anyone, coupled with beating up a boy named Matthew Cotter, was deemed serious enough to warrant a visit. What the care home failed to realize was that Matthew Cotter had been the cause of Trey's refusal to talk and that he had been flushing Trey's head down the toilet every day for all of those five months until the day Trey had snapped and fought back, putting the bully in the hospital with a broken nose.

"Colin, I've already told you," Trey said, with a wince. Just talking was extremely painful. "I didn't do any of this. Why on earth would I? You can't send me to the Tank for something I didn't do. Just listen to me. I don't know how —"

"I don't want to hear it, Mr. Laporte. Now pack your stuff."

"But."

"Pack your stuff ... NOW."

"Whatever." Trey glared at the care worker with utter contempt. "I've only had those shoes a week!" He kicked out at one of the sneakers, lost his footing and fell back on the mattress again, where he sat scowling down at the floor. He was feeling progressively more unwell; he ached all over as if in the early stages of a virus.

"I think I must have been drugged," he said meekly, shaking his head at how lame that sounded. "Someone must have slipped something in my food or drink and then managed to break in here after me and do all this."

"Oh yes, that's right. Maybe Belinda or one of the other carers dropped some Rohypnol into your tea while you weren't looking so that they could come in here and smash the place up. Then, unseen, they carried you back in here and locked the door from the inside. Perhaps they're hiding under the bed right now? Come on, Trey, credit me with some intelligence, will you?"

A deep sea of resentment rose up within Trey at the injustice of the whole situation. He clenched his fists and tried to control the anger that was building up inside him. He was the one who had been wronged here. It was his room and possessions that had been violated and destroyed, and here he was being accused of that very act. The brown-orange smell seemed to be getting stronger, and he felt the need to bellow his fury at the world. He was vaguely aware that the smell seemed to be coming from him, and it was coupled with an uncomfortable itching feeling in the base of his spine, which quickly grew into an unbearable ache.

There was another knock at the door.

"Not now," shouted Colin. "We're not finished in here yet! I won't tell you again, Trey. Pack your stuff."

Trey doubled over in pain as the spasms increased in intensity. His whole body felt incredibly hot and the itching ache had spread so that all the skin on his body had become a source of exquisite agony. His stomach rolled and he gagged. "Colin, I'm telling you, I ... ungh —"

"Oh, how convenient," the care worker sneered. "We get to the point where only the truth will fit the facts and you get ill! What? Do you think this little act will save you from being sent to the Tank? Well, think again."

The soft, hesitant knock on the door was repeated, and when it opened, Wendy Travers's head appeared around the doorjamb. Wendy was a young woman with a kind face and a laugh that erupted from her whenever she was nervous or embarrassed — which was often. She was by far the nicest care worker in the home, and Trey admired how she always went the extra mile for the younger children, especially those who were new to the care environment.

"Wendy, love, not right now, please. Young Trey and I are trying to get to the bottom of what has happened here and he appears to have rather fortuitously come over all peculiar."

Wendy quickly took in the mess of the small room before turning her attention back to her boss. "I'm sorry. It's just that it is rather important, Colin."

"So is this. So if you would be so kind as to leave us alone, I'll deal with whatever it is when I get finished in here."

Wendy chewed her bottom lip as she considered this, the small frown on her forehead deepening. Eventually she took a breath and announced, "Trey's got a visitor. There's a gentleman in reception who says that he'd like to see him. He says he's his uncle." Wendy smiled up at Colin apologetically before looking over in Trey's direction. The look on her face was difficult to decipher, but Trey thought that she looked deeply uncomfortable and more than a little scared.

Trey slowly straightened up. The waves of pain that had so quickly escalated started to recede as he took in this announcement. He looked for a clue in Wendy's face to see if she was playing some kind of trick on him — although it would have been completely out of character for her to do such a thing — but her features merely mirrored his own puzzled expression.

Trey had no family. He was an orphan whose only living relative, his grandmother, had died three years earlier. After her death, the authorities had tried to find any extended family to ascertain if there might be someone willing to take him in, but none could be found, so he'd ended up in care.

Trey never had visitors, and he made a point of not being around on visiting days so as not to have to witness the buzz of excitement that took over the care home when the children knew that someone from the outside world was coming to see them. Today wasn't even a visiting day.

"What should I do?" Wendy asked. "He was very insistent and said that it was a matter of the utmost urgency."

Colin paused for a second and looked over at the fourteen-year-old boy in his charge. "Ask him to wait in the contact room, please, Wendy, and tell him that I shall be in shortly."

He turned back to Trey as the door clicked shut, an unpleasant sneer playing across his thin, mean lips. "Well, well. What do you know? Some long-lost relative riding in on his white horse to rescue little orphan Annie. You'd better put some proper clothes on, if you can find any in this chaos. Wait in here until I find out what this is all about." He gestured with his thumb toward the window. "And don't think for one second that you have heard the last about this little caper," he said.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Wereling by Steve Feasey. Copyright © 2009 Steve Feasey. Excerpted by permission of Feiwel and Friends.
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Steve Feasey is the author of young adult fantasy novels including Dark Moon and Blood Wolf. He lives with his family in Hertfordshire, England, where he sometimes hears a strange and unidentifiable howling just after midnight.

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Wereling (Steve Feasey's Wereling Series #1) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 31 reviews.
YA-Addict More than 1 year ago
When I first read the premise for WEREling, I knew I would probably like it. What I wasn't expecting was how much I liked it. I loved it actually. Trey was a fabulous main character. His reactions were so spot on. From chapter one, I was invested in his story. But my favorite character by far was Lucien. He was completely mysterious and intriguing, yet humorous at the same time. I loved the way he spoke and his mannerisms. Alexa, Lucien's daughter, was also an enjoyable character. Trey and Alexa had great, natural chemistry. I usually prefer a little romance thrown into my stories. But when all the other elements are well crafted defined, romance isn't always needed. That is the case with WEREling. Of course, there leaves room for romance in future installments. :) Another wonderful quality about WEREling; it wasn't JUST a were book. It had other supernatural creatures I love thrown into the mix. But they were the "real" supernatural creatures. The scary kind that give you goosebumps. The kind I grew to love as a child. This was definitely one of those stories that took me to another place while reading. I didn't want to put it down, and was itching to pick it up when I had to. Feasey is a talented writer who knows how to draw in his audience, and keep them there. The ending had me craving more. I don't even want to wait for the sequel to come out in the US! If you loved the heroic protags in books like The Maze Runner or the Percy Jackson series, or if you just like creepy supernatural creatures, I think you will be a fan of this one too. Definitely a win for me!
zoe muller More than 1 year ago
WEREling was such a brilliant book when I finished it I wished it would keep going on. I thought teenage werewolves is a topic a lot of people enjoy but unlike the Twilight Saga this book didn't have tons of romance so those who like werewolves but not romance could read this book and enjoy it. Steve Feasey definately wrote this book well and I can't wait to start the sequel,Dark Moon!
Jason Stone More than 1 year ago
FABULOUSLY WRITTEN! KUDOS TO THE AUTHOR!!!
bookaholic_101 More than 1 year ago
Really Good!!!
La_Femme_Readers More than 1 year ago
Wereling delivered an engaging storyline with detailed and explosive action. Trey, an orphaned teen, wakes up one day to have his whole life turned upside down. His "uncle" Lucien, who is a vampire, revealed to him that he was a werewolf. A lot to swallow in one day right? Trey didn't surprise me by his reaction of wanting to run away, that would be my initial response as well. I enjoyed his realistic behavior and willingness to deal with the crazy changes. Lucien made it his business to protect and train Trey for the future attacks that might be coming his way. Some of you might be thinking, a vampire training a werewolf? Yes! A refreshing twist to the vampires vs. werewolves battle in most YA books. Lucien's daughter, Alexa was also an interesting character. She was down to earth and got along well with Trey. I was expecting some type of romance to blossom, however it never happened. Usually, I'd be disappointed since I'm a hopeless romantic, but I was pleasantly fine without it. The book's plot held my attention long enough without realizing that slight detail until the end. The story concluded with me wanting more and yearning to read the sequel! Overall, Steve's writing is simply amusing and colorful. Since this series was released in the UK first, I believe it's a good addition to the US market for supernatural books and look forward to its future releases.
224perweek More than 1 year ago
Excellent story. I loved the characters especially Tom. This is a very fast paced story that makes you say "Just one more chapter." Reminds me a bit of some of Darren Shan's work. This is basically a coming of age story for a werewolf. Throw in a cute girl, as is done, and it is complete.
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Come on steve im waiting for the fifth book man i hope it is coming out soon
BookSakeBlogspot More than 1 year ago
This book captured me in from the first few pages. It's fast paced and cleverly written. Although it is a little bit unoriginal in the actual story format, the characters are great and the story is easy to follow along with. I'm glad that the main character is a werewolf and not a vampire like every other book out there. The villain is really cheesy and predictable that I actually pretty much skimmed the end of the book to get it over with. I really hope that the villain isn't as lame in book 2 or it's going to be one annoying book. I can't wait to read book 2. Reviewed by Kole for Book Sake.
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kittydanza More than 1 year ago
WEREling, by Steve Feasey, is a fast-paced adventure surrounding a fourteen-year-old boy and his supernatural genetics. Trey is thrust into a world of paranormal proportions in a matter of hours he is overwhelmed by a whirlwind of information as he discovers that his life is in grave danger. When I received this book, I was excited to read another werewolf story, but this book let me down. On the positive side, I liked the idea of the story. Feasey really stretched my imagination with his characters and the world they lived in. He created a unique setting that explored a different view on vampires, werewolves and other supernatural beings. I liked that Feasey's werewolf was more of old horror movie style versus the more wolf-like werewolves that dominate the market now. Also, there were many instances of action which I enjoyed very much. On the flip side, I really did not enjoy the dialogue. I felt that it was too proper and sometimes it distracted me from the actual story. I felt that some of the conversations would never occur in real life. Characters gave too much information regarding their feelings and thoughts, which I felt was awkward reading. For instance, the spats that Trey and Alexa frequently had were random and resolved too quickly with long-winded apologies that I think a fourteen year old would never come up with on his own. This book was previously released as Changeling, the beginning of a series. This book cleverly set up the series by giving a lot of backstory which I think made me not enjoy it as much. I did not feel there was a resolution at the end of this book, but I would actually not be against reading the next book to see if there is any improvement in the story. I still have mixed feelings about this book even now, so I can honestly say if it interests you I think you should check it out for yourself.
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