There’s nothing fairytale-sweet about House of Wolves, and that’s exactly what makes it such a knockout. G.M. Fairy delivers a gritty, sexy, and darkly imaginative retelling of The Three Little Pigs with claws, snouts, and secrets — and I was absolutely feral for every moment.
Carmen is everything I want in a heroine: bold, a bit messy, and totally unapologetic. As a werewolf journalist on the hunt for truth, she finds herself tangled in a case darker than she ever expected — young werewolf women are disappearing, and the trail leads straight to the door of the local police force… where three aptly named officers (Straw, Wood, and Brick) might know more than they’re letting on.
To get answers, Carmen has to go undercover. Her reluctant partnership — and sizzling enemies-to-lovers tension — with Sergeant Brick is where this book truly ignites. Brick is broody, mysterious, and hiding beastly secrets of his own. Their chemistry? Pure animal instinct. The forced proximity, the bratty banter, the absolutely feral spicy scenes… yes, it’s knotty, and yes, it’s glorious.
What I love most is how we aren't just given smut for smut’s sake. There’s a well-built world here, steeped in lore, with were-animal dynamics that actually feel primal. The mystery plot has real weight, and the twist about the disappearances? Disturbing in the best way — original, bold, and shocking.
If you like:
• Enemies to lovers
• Feral, scent-driven shifters
• Witty double entendres
• Hot, hairy boar men (yes, really)
• Fairy tale retellings with teeth
…then House of Wolves is absolutely your next obsession.
Thanks to G.M. Fairy and BookSirens for the ARC — I’m happily, voluntarily leaving this review and already counting down to Grimm’s story!