Review: The Abused Werewolf Rescue Group



*Spoilers below*

Taken from Goodreads: When Tobias Richard Vandevelde wakes up in hospital with no memory of the night before, his horrified mother tells him that he was found unconscious. At Featherdale wildlife Park. In a dingo pen.

He assumes that his two rambunctious best friends are somehow responsible, until he discovers that they’re just as freaked out as he is. Then the mysterious Reuben turns up, claiming that Toby has a rare and dangerous ‘condition’. Next thing he knows, Toby finds himself involved with a strange bunch of sickly insomniacs who seem convinced that he needs their help.

It’s not until he’s kidnapped and imprisoned that he starts to believe them – and to understand what being a paranormal monster really means.


I really wanted this book to be good.

I’m a bit of a bleeding heart, so the idea of taking in werewolves and creating a unit that can grow together and become strong was really appealing to me. However, that’s not what this book was about.

Toby, while a believable character, was slightly hapless. I could have forgiven this had the story had any kind of believable aspect and decent pacing. Yeah yeah, how can a book about werewolves be believable? The answer is that it can be realistic and well written. Rescue Group was not only unrealistic but ridiculously so. This was worsened by the pacing. The book starts very slow. It drags for chapters upon chapters before suddenly forcing you into the main conflict, in which Toby is abducted and taken into the Australian outback. The next 15 odd chapters are spent in the same compound with the majority of the same characters running in circles and bickering. It was exhausting. I’ll be honest, it was about the fourth chapter spent in the outback that I started skimming. That’s a problem.

The characters have a sever problem with communication. Toby’s mother might as well have been walking around with her fingers in her ears for all she payed attention. Sergio was an absolute mess of a character. Calling him two dimensional is far too generous. He was a name on the page that followed orders occasionally. It’s very hard for me to remember any other characters, mostly because they’re so forgettable and flat.

The writing style was in first person and was very conversational. It was supposed to be Toby retelling his story to the reader, which was easy to forget as I read. It was only ever so often, when Toby interjected a random thought that I remembered he was telling me a story. I really wish he hadn’t.

There was no action in the book that made much sense, especially after the kidnapping of Toby, and the characters were not three dimensional. Everyone besides Toby is fairly forgettable. Even that sentence is a stretch. So the search for the greatest werewolf story continues.


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