Eileen had always been a runner. She loved the feel of pavement under her shoes, the freedom of going for a jog. Then the car accident took everything from her freedom, her future, even her boyfriend. Alone and in pain, she can no longer run from the strange thoughts and bizarre dreams that have always plagued her. Is she destined to go mad? Zachariah was everything she thought she a gorgeous green-eyed hunk who was, against all odds, as interested in her as she was in him. He’s almost too perfect… until he confesses to being a werewolf. Could werewolves really exist? And what does he mean when he calls her his “mate”? Should she run towards him -- or away?
This is a story of two halves: the one in which a pack of werewolves feature prominently and the other where a young woman’s anxieties about her lack of attractiveness to the opposite sex are foremost. The protagonist, Eileen, has always felt there’s something other about herself. She’s battled long and hard to push this side of her nature aside. I was engaged. When the plot brought her and Zachariah together I got the sense he was going to either bring her otherness to the fore or help her rid herself of it completely. The opening chapters of the book are solid in their descriptions and the writing style easy to read.
Sadly this can’t be said for the rest of the read. Two characters are added to further the plot and their inclusion feels forced. The attention given to the opening of this tale was missing further down the line and the ending feels rushed and cobbled together.
A story which started with great promise fell into the undergrowth of the forest. A disappointing read.