Wendy reviews ‘The Wulf Chronicles 1’ by Wulf Francu Godgluck. Self published June 11, 2018.
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This is not the story of how one night I got bitten and my life changed. Nor is it the story of how I went on a savage killing spree that left me tormented with guilt and dread the next morning.
This is the story of a boy, a boy who’s spent his life running from the shadows of monsters. A boy who never understood why the world hated him with so much odium. Why his mother would throw away her only life to protect his. Why he was never allowed to have friends. Why he never had the childhood every child should. Why he was never allowed to cherish happiness.
This is the story of a boy becoming himself, embracing his vulnerability and learning to accept and love.
This is a story about a werewolf, trying to find the answers to why he was born defective.
And maybe that’s the very reason I become the main course on the menu.
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I asked Wulf if he would pretty please talk to his characters, Simon Black and Michael Salem from his latest book, ‘Wulf Chronicles’ and see if they would chat with me. I’m so please that they readily (or in Simon’s case, reluctantly) agreed.
Thanks for taking the time to stop by and let me pry into your lives *cough* I mean answer some questions for our readers!
RGR: Can you each tell us a little bit about yourselves?
Simon: *Silently brooding, flares nostrils. Growls*
Michael: Let me interpret Simon for you guys. “Dickrage.”
As for me, I’m just a kid trying to understand what’s wrong with me, why my family got pulled apart, why my father turned into a monster that wants me dead. I know where I come from, but don’t really understand what that means. I’ve been guarded all my life, too scared to let people close, too scared to trust, and the first time I allow myself to love, to care for people, to get close to them, the first time I allow myself to be vulnerable, everything went bat shit and, I maybe died.
RGR: Simon, what went through your mind the first time you saw Michael?
Simon: *glares like he’s about to set everything ablaze* No comment.
Michael: Again, let me interpret that for you; I’M GOING TO SQUEEZE THE LIVING MARROW OUT OF THIS LITTLE SHIT, TILL HE’S NOTHING MORE THAN A CURDLED MESS ON THIS OFFICE FLOOR!!!! In all caps, exclamation points included.
RGR: Michael, what does ‘home’ mean to you?
Michael: Home, home is not a place or a location. A house will never truly be a home unless you have people to fill it, I think most misinterpret those two words and use them interchangeably. Home, is family, it’s the people you surround you with. Where you are loved, protected, cherished. It can be one person or a group of people. It’s where you will always be accepted, no matter who you are or what you have become. It truly is where the heart is.
RGR: Simon, same question. Can you tell us what ‘home’ means to you?
Simon: My pack, my family, the ones I would lay my life down to protect. My sons. A building weakens over time, environments changes, but it’s the hearts you hold dear and close who shape you. Whether they are by blood or by choice, the ones in our lives we hold close becomes our family, becomes our home. Even the humans on the island are a part of my home. A house can be replaced, an environment can be healed, but a heart once lost or broken, is not easily mended or regained and sometimes we lose them forever. We need to cherish what we have, protect it, put as much into your home as you are willing to lose.
RGR: Simon, I think it’s pretty obvious that you can be a tiny bit possessive. Have you always been jealous or does Michael bring that out in you?
Simon: Jealous, never, it’s an alien emotion to me. Over protective, yes. I would die protecting my pack, my sons and the ones they love. It is what is expected of a good Alpha. And I always strive to be the best Alpha my pack needs.
I’m not commenting about the boy.
Michael: Jeez, way to avoid the question, I believed the lady stated about you being a possessive, overgrown truck of muscle and carnage, she so didn’t question you about your ability as alph—
Michael: *rolls eyes*
RGR: Michael, this one’s a two-part question. You’ve spent your entire life running. Do you resent that you missed out on the chance at the kind of childhood that most people have?
How did that shape you into the person talking to me today?
Michael: Yes and no. Sure it would have been a hell of a lot easier living without the fear or the constant dread, but would I be the same person I am now? One thing I think I can truly say is that; if I hadn’t been exposed to the fear of being hunted down my entire life, I would have reacted completely differently to encountering Mr. Gray.
I do lack certain social skill because of the deprivation of a normal childhood. I find it hard to trust people, I am far too cautious around others, guarded. This makes me see everyone as a potential threat, blinding me to kindness or possible friendship. It warps your perspective of the world around you.
But that did not make me weak. I’m still finding myself and who and what I am and what is supposedly wrong with me. But I do think that my life and the circumstances around it, forced me to be more mature in certain aspects than others. I sure as hell know I lack an emotional maturity and understanding, I do have a hard time differentiating and confronting my own emotions and identifying them.
RGR: Simon, can you tell us something fun about yourself?
Michael: *burst out laughing* Wait. Wait. You used fun and Simon in the same sentence, I can’t. This is too much. Mr. Gray has more humor in his bone marrow than the high school principal form Hell.
Simon: I’m supposedly a big old papa, teddy bear.
Michael: Well, there is that.
RGR: This one is for both of you… What soothes your savage beast?
Simon: *growls* No comment!
Michael: He’s just a ball of happy sunshine aren’t he? I… I can’t answer this, you see, I don’t know what my inner wolf’s temperament is like. I know he’s there, but I haven’t been connected to him like other werewolves have all their lives. So I honestly can’t say.
RGR: Michael, what is the thing you are most afraid of?
Michael: Fear is a constant eternity in life, more so in mine, and I have met and faced my fair share of all different kinds of fears; my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first friend, my first loss, my first heartbreak. The first time I opened up to someone. Death, my father, I’ve even stared into its gaping abyss and let fear swallow me whole.
But all pale in comparison to the day I met Big. Him, most of all, not just his appearance, his anger and rage, the dominance and imperiousness he exudes like toxic oil, but also the strange things he makes me feel. He, Big, frightens me most of all.
RGR: Simon, you waited hundreds of years before you found your fated mate. Had you lost hope of ever finding ‘The one’?
Simon: A mate is promised to each and every Lycan upon conception, there will never be any doubt that each Lycan won’t find their one. However, there is no guarantee they get to keep them.
RGR: You may or may not be able to answer this final question, because Wulf loves to rip hearts out and leave us bleeding on the floor. Can you share anything about what the future holds?
Truths. New friends, some unsuspecting ones you never saw coming. Old grudges. The Council. Death. The Wulf Clan. Braun. The mysterious A. New Orleans. Witches. Old Lovers. New lovers. California. Vampires, and maybe an Incubus. The Seven. Oh, and a trippy as fuck, crazy lady… there’s a couple of those. And one momentous decision that could impact the fate of the Lycan species forever. And a badass Furby with one hell of a set of canines.
Big’s hard, razor-edged glare flashed lightning. He raked his glower over me, stopping at the exposed part of my tummy. My T-shirt bunched up, sticking— maybe petrified— against my chest where he had crushed the material to death.
He turned his massive back to me, his entire body a jerking force of chaotic rage and ire, fists balled in a deadly white at his sides, trembling too… What the fuck was wrong with this Wer?
I wanted to crumple to my knees and shiver into a ball, but some instinct deep within kept me on my feet as it whispered, I was lucky to have survived this with just a scolding.
I’d never in my entire life been confronted with anger this harrowing and venomous.
My legs were ready to buckle under me at any moment. They nearly did when he snapped, his tone far less heated, yet still able to raise the hairs on my skin, “I would like to have my lawnmower back, by the end of this afternoon.”
I struggled with numb fingers to unlock his stupid door. His lawnmower could go fuck itself for all I cared.
Finally, the latch clicked in the icy silence, allowing me to walk out, and as softly as I could, I shut his office door behind me.
I fell back against the wall, sliding down onto my ass, heaving for air. I had never felt so utterly terrified and pitiful in my entire life. How can this man have such faculty over me?
Was this truly the power of an Alpha?
I was given a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
When Wulf approached me with the opportunity to read this book I jumped at the chance.
I’m going to start out by saying that I love the places this authors mind takes us. Wulf isn’t afraid to be gritty and dark. He has a cliffhanger ending in this book. I know that some of our readers don’t care for those, so if that’s you, you may want to wait until the next book in the series is out. I think it’s planned for sometime around November. And characters DIE! I love that he’s not afraid to “go’ there and will rock our stable little worlds at the first opportunity.
Saying that, I will now get to what I think of his latest book, ‘The Wulf Chronicles’.
This is a fast paced world with a lot going on. It’s very well put together and covers all the feels.
Michael is tired of running from the monsters that have been chasing him and his mother his entire life. He has tried valiantly to put together bits and pieces of who he is, what he is and others like him (or kind of like him). He’s young and hasn’t had the opportunity to make friends and social connections. But he knows that this Island that they’ve made their home is where he wants to stay. He makes friends, he loses friends, he has his first love and experiences the ultimate loss. He’s not very trusting for good reasons and his father wants him dead. Oh, and to top it all off… there’s something “other” that wants him. BAD!
The second MC in this story is Simon. He’s really intense and all alpha! I’m not going to say too much about him because I don’t want to spoil the story but this guy is all about secrets and angst and intimidation. You could say that he excels at intimidation and he has the brawn to back it up.
The secondary characters are so well done and so incredibly important to this story. I think I said it earlier ~ Lots of feels!
There’s lots of suspense, lots of twists, angst and intrigue and I’m still sitting here thinking “WTF” to myself.
9/10 Pots of Gold or 90% recommended
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They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying the same thing…
“Show us, tell us, bring us into your world, and make us known.”
Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister misfortune. Not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their part is written.
I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet so different. Things don’t go bump in the night— they squeal and crawl under your skin, making you grind your teeth, and making your stomach turn over and putting your nerves on edge. Then there’s the drama. Oh, the drama!
Wulf hails from Cape Town, South Africa. His work is not for the faint-hearted! In his books you’ll find… all the beasties with their nasty claws and teeth, and some you didn’t even know existed.
But the monsters aren’t all real.
Some live inside us. Who knows what he will make you discover about yourself, lurking in your heart, behind the closed walls in the deep, black recesses where no light penetrates?
Wulf will steal your heart and never give it back. More than likely, he’ll pin it to the wall with a bobbypin and sit there sipping his tea while you writhe and squeal on the floor…
STILL sure you want to read a Wulf Godgluck book? Proceed at your own peril.