Release: July 26, 2011 (UK)
Rating: 4 out of 5
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After reading Nightshade, I was so freaking excited to read Wolfsbane! I loved the first book in the trilogy, and I had high hopes for this one. I definitely enjoyed Wolfsbane, but it didn’t have the same appeal that Nightshade did. I think I know why, and I’ll get onto that in a minute.
Calla finds herself with the Searchers – her supposed enemies since birth – in a large academy, with Shay. She soon discovers that what the Keepers had been telling her hadn’t been entirely true, and the Searchers fill her in on a lot of stuff that she had missed. The Searchers want Calla to bring her pack back to the Academy, so they can win the war against the Keepers. Calla is all for it, she wants her pack to be safe, and so she and the Searchers go off to get the pack that she left behind whilst running away to save Shay.
There is a lot of stuff going on in this book, and I don’t mean action scenes. Most of the chapters are packed full of information on the war between the Searchers and the Keepers, and on the history of the Guardians. It was all very interesting, and I loved reading about it. The only problem was that, at times, the amount of information the Searchers shared at one time was heavy, and it felt like there were huge info dumps going on throughout the book. It was a bit too much.
The action scenes, when there were some, were fantastic! I was holding my breath as Calla & co. went to save her pack. The descriptions were fantastic. And oh my goodness – gargoyles! That’s all I’m going to say. That part gave me chills, it was so, so creepy!
There wasn’t much Ren in this book. He seriously only showed up in one scene, which I was a little annoyed about, as I love Ren! *hugs him tight*
I also hated Shay in this book. And when I say hated, I mean despised. He was such a dick in Wolfsbane, as he kept pushing Calla to do stuff, and wouldn’t let her stand up for herself. Ugh. I wanted someone to accidentally-on-purpose shoot him with an arrow, or whack a mace over his head or something. Bloody hell.