This has got to be the first novel I read where the author photo is the author with her sister, and the focus seems to be the sister ( Anne Rice by the way). My patience with the book was probably handicapped in that this seems to be a sequel of sorts, but I am reading it without having read any of the author´s other books.
First, I could not quite finish it, sorry, no, no patience for the endless ramblings from the wolf point of view ( oh, lust, misery, romans evil, human females, oh lust, oh dead humans, what a pity, well pity to waste food, let´s eat them, back to lust), the narrative´s chronology was confusing and the historical setting was maybe a little bit clichéed ( noble barbarians, evil decadent romans, much celticness direct from fantasy writing props. Plus just my guess but on this sort of books, when gladiator talk is brought up, you just know some poor helpless main hero will be made to fight in the ring. Just guessing here!). But on the other hand, it´s not an awful book either, maybe a bit obvious and a bit oily but potentially interesting. I was just short of patience for the endless ramblings, so applied a newish resolution of mine which is to just say no and quit when a book seems not worth the time.