"Hi. My name is Grazi Kelly. There are things I know are true and things that I never would have guessed. First, demons and witches exist and they are evil. Second, the world is up for grabs and the witches are getting their minions ready. Third, I'm a werewolf and it's my job to stop them."
High school sophomore Grazi Kelly leads an ordinary life in the suburbs of New Jersey helping her grandmother with chores and attending Catholic school. Things are pretty good except for her bullying cousin and the rest of the obnoxious cheer team. Then things take a frightening turn when the night of the full moon arrives and the bodies start piling up. Grazi learns that she is different in ways she never expected. She finds herself torn between Sebastian, the school soccer star and Ronan, a foreign exchange student who shares her secret. She must uncover the identity behind the mysterious attacker, but is she ready for the entire truth?
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Incredible Book! I couldn't put it down for a second! C.D. Gorri is a wonderful author who keeps you hooked from the very first word and keeps you guessing all through the story. I loved the uniqueness of the story and the brilliance of the characters and their lives as this was not your typical werewolf story.
As a witch myself, I didn't like that they had to be one of the villains talked about in the story as they are so often painted as the bad guys and thrown in with the devil, but there always has to be a bad guy right? As real witches don't believe in the devil this is what makes for a good story and what sets it apart from real life.
The villain that was fought in the story I totally didn't see coming and was so brilliant! I can usually guess who it is before the end of the book and I had totally no idea! The villain is one of the best parts of the book and if don't correctly usually tells the best story and this one was amazing!
Another thing that sets a book I find is the behind the scenes characters, the characters that most people notice but overlook because of the love they have for the main characters. I always try to pick one of this characters and tell why they are my favourite and not the main characters because everyone knows the main characters are great. My favourite Character in this one was a toss up between Nonna and Angela. Nonna was amazing, everyone's ideal grandmother always loving, stubborn, and never lets you down. Angela is that friend you always hope you will meet you is the true friend, loving, kind, thoughtful and has your back when you need it.
The werewolves in this story were so different and unique that I really got into the story. I have a big love of shifter stories and this one caught my interest right away. I love stories that are unique and go their own way and this one defiantly fits the bill. I loved the way it ended as well and I so can't wait to read the next one!
I highly recommend this story to one and all! especially to all the supernatural story fans out there! TBR and get your copy today!
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How becoming a Werewolf has affected my life by Maria Graziana KellyHi. My name is Grazi. A few months ago Nonna, that’s my grandmother, I live with her. Anyway, she started acting all weird. Her normally delicious food started tasting bitter. Even my favorite iced tea and hot cocoa. I didn’t know it then, but she was poisoning me. No, it’s not what you think. She wasn’t trying to kill me or anything. More like she was trying to give me more time and protect me from becoming what I really am. I’m a Werewolf. Yes, it is absolutely true and absolutely unbelievable.
I wouldn’t have bought it either except I can see my wolf. In my mind. More than that, we speak to each other. She is the other side of me. Like she may be more me than I even am. If that makes any sense.
So anyway, I’m stronger. I’ve gained some muscle. I’m faster. And I’m a heck of lot more coordinated than I used to be. I actually scored a goal in soccer in gym the other day.
It hasn’t made living with my Aunt and cousins any easier, but that’s okay. I find I’m too busy now to really pay attention to them.
My Uncle Sean, my father’s brother, is a priest from Ireland and he’s training me. He brought over this guy to train with me too. But he already knows everything. His name is Ronan. He’s a year older than me. He’s a Werewolf too. He’s alright I guess.
You know, if you like boys with reddish hair and emerald green eyes, who are six foot three and muscular and can sing and play the piano. Anyway, he can be a bit annoying or infuriating. It depends. One minute we’re cool then he like, goes all moody and sour.
Anyway, Nonna is always worried now and I am sorry for that. I’m ashamed to say I was mad at her for not telling me about my mom and dad. About him being a werewolf too and how they died and all. She is trying her best to make peace with it. She doesn’t go to Church more than once a day anymore and that’s an improvement. She also stopped adding crucifixes and statues of saints to my room. Good thing too. I was running out of shelf space.
Oh, I’m still doing well in school. It seems I need less sleep, I have like oodles of energy so I am pretty caught up in all my classes. Sebby wants me to join the girls’ soccer team, but I don’t think so. I have way more to learn with Uncle Sean. It’s weird, school and getting good grades were like my whole life before. Now I have to learn what I can about myself and this new world I’m in.
Keeping it a secret has been pretty hard. I wish I had Angela to talk to about this kind of stuff. Like my clothes hardly fit anymore, my hair is ridiculously long, and about that time of the month, you know the full moon, I am left with some serious face fuzz afterwards. Thank goodness for the beauty salon Angela took me to and their laser hair removal tech.
So, let’s see I’m still me. But different. My heightened senses are taking some getting used too. So is my strength. I accidentally broke the mailbox the other day slamming it closed. Uncle Vito, Nonna’s son, thinks it was kids from the neighborhood playing a prank. I can smell things now too. Not just your perfume and soap. I can smell emotions. Lies, jealousy, happiness, things like that. They all have their own particular odor. Cool, right?
Oh, and my seriously favorite thing about being a Werewolf is the food. Typical right? Seriously though, being a Werewolf gives you a lot of energy to run around and stuff, but also you get a killer appetite. I feel like I eat all the time. Nonna is super busy keeping the fridge stocked with fresh roasted turkey, baked fish, yogurts, nuts. All kinds of goodies. Keeps her from worrying and keeps me in top shape.
I guess you don’t get a choice when you’re a Werewolf. It’s not like a potion you take, or a bite, or anything like that. I was born this way. I don’t feel put out by that. I feel like I had been missing a huge chunk of who I am for so long. I used to think it was my parents, because they died when I was three. And yeah that is still there and it hurts, but now I know the majority of what I was feeling had to do with not knowing about my Werewolf side and being apart from it.
I guess it’ll take some time before I know everything there is to know about being a Werewolf. And more time to learn what it is to be a Hound of God. So, I’m still learning, but don’t worry I’m a quick study