The world ends not with a bang, but with a downpour. Tornadoes spin through the heart of London, New York cooks in a heat wave that melts tarmac, and Russia freezes under an ever-thickening layer of permafrost. People rally at first—organizing aid drops and evacuating populations—but the weather is only getting worse.
In Durham, mild-mannered academic Danny Fennick has battened down to sit out the storm. He grew up in the Scottish Highlands, so he’s seen harsh winters before. Besides, he has an advantage. He’s a werewolf. Or, to be precise, a weredog. Less impressive, but still useful.
Except the other werewolves don’t believe this is any ordinary winter, and they’re coming down over the Wall to mark their new territory. Including Danny’s ex, Jack—the Crown Prince Pup of the Numitor’s pack—and the prince’s brother, who wants to kill him.
Another new twist to a well played story, one I had hoped to really enjoy. But I found that overall the story seemed choppy to me, which kept making me back up a couple of sentences or a page to make sure I didn’t miss something, nope, information was not supplied. Or just cut short.
We’ve got twin brothers, folklore, someone that got away, and a country on the grips of the worst winter storm ever. Oh and shifters.
The story, so it begins with banishment, the banished party being told a tale. Skip forward Jack (the banished) finds Danny (one that got away) together they try not only to survive this crazy storm but each other, the people left, fighting other shifters all the while keeping secrets from each other.
What I did enjoy was the dynamic between these two. Jack is supposed to be this hotshot wolf and Danny this dog. But Danny really doesn’t take anything from Jack. And can give as good as the next.
I just wish we had more time to explore everything before they had to go back over The Wall and the book just ends.