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Silver (The Silver Series Book 1) Kindle Edition
After his father is murdered, Jaze and his mother are forced to flee and start new life. On top of adjusting to a new school and trying to make new friends, he must try to stop a killer from striking again.˃˃˃ A New Pack, A New Love
Moving to a new place is difficult for any teenager. Being a werewolf, Jaze must make peace with the territory’s pack. Falling in love make his new situation even more perilous.˃˃˃ A Fresh New Werwolf Series
Silver is the first book in a fast paced and exciting series unlike any werewolf books you have read before. It shows that with love, there truly are no limits.˃˃˃ “All around this book was such an awesome read. If you enjoy books with suspense, fighting, and romance you'll love this one.” Niala- Goodreads Reviewer
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I knew the contents of the trunk by heart; a brown leather jacket so worn the cloth showed through in places, an empty bottle of cologne that still held its scent, an old pair of sparing gloves with faded knuckles, and a couple of sheets of paper covered in the precise penmanship of the son of a teacher. A Hunter would kill me if he ever found the trunk, but Mom knew better than to suggest I get rid of it.
I pushed it back under my bed. My heart ached at the scent that lingered, but I forced myself to get on with unpacking. I wondered with a glance at the multitude of cardboard boxes if it was futile to pursue emptying them, but the thought of inactivity and the barrage of memories it brought sent a shudder down my spine and I turned back to work.
Night chased the shadows of evening from the street below. I couldn't see the moon through my window, but knew it would be full in a week and a half. I didn't need to look at the calendar anymore; I could feel it in my bones. I tossed several shirts into the closet and went down for dinner even though my stomach twisted at the thought of the spaghetti and meatballs that touched the air with their wheat and tomato scent.
"Do you have everything ready for school tomorrow?" Mom smiled, but her tight eyes and creased forehead belied her cheerful demeanor.
I nodded and swallowed another bite of spaghetti without tasting it.
"Did you find your backpack? I was worried you wouldn't find it in all those boxes."
The strange tone in her voice caught my attention. I looked up to see tears tracing lines down her cheeks. My heart clenched away from her pain, shoving me back into the black void I had buried myself in to survive the past couple of weeks. I couldn't let her face her pain alone, but I didn't have to face my own.
I rose and hugged her tight where she sat in her chair. She froze for a split second, then turned against my chest and started to sob. I patted her head, smoothing the long strands of dark blond hair. It was hard not to say anything, hard not to let the fire in my throat and the ache in my chest turn into its own sob, but I forced it back. A single tear traced down my cheek; I wiped it off before she saw.
"We're gonna be okay, Mom," I whispered. I stared out the kitchen window. I searched the darkness for golden eyes, but only my own image reflected back at me. It wasn't the image I held in my head.
I looked older, worn. The past two weeks had aged me more than I could have guessed. My stare reflected back hard and angry, my jaw clenched tight. Strands of blond hair fell in front of my eyes, eyes the same dark brown that dad's had been. I shook my head to clear them and turned away from my reflection, angry at the things it didn't show.
"A new school, a new territory," Mom said, her shoulders bowed. She shook her head. "You shouldn't have to go through this alone. It could be dangerous."
I couldn't help the wry tone that came to my voice. "There is no one else, Mom. I'll be okay. Who's going to mess with me?" But we both knew the truth. I stepped away. "I'll be in the backyard for a bit."
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked at my plate. "You're not going to finish your dinner?"
I shook my head. "Not hungry."
I didn't wait for her answer. I grabbed the pair of gloves on the counter and slid open the back door. Fresh air, so different in taste and smell it felt like we had stepped onto a different planet instead of across the country, swirled around me in an eddy of humidity, the dull roar of city night life, and a hint of rain. A cacophony of crickets, the slight breeze catching in the trees, and a pair of dogs barking at each other a few blocks away completed the portrait of night.
I strapped on the gloves and made my way to the bag I had put up the second the moving truck left. It hung from the pecan tree like a lone sentry guarding the yard against night demons. The thick paneled fence gave a facade of privacy, but it felt like eyes watched from the gaps between the wood. I shrugged off the feeling and jabbed the bag. It shook and the familiar rattle of the chain drew me back to better times. I dodged and swung. The bag rocked with the force of the blow. I stepped back and kicked it to get it moving, then ducked and punched when it came back my way.
Sweat trickled between my shoulder blades and my heart pounded by the time I finished. I leaned against the tree, my legs rubbery.
"Wear yourself out yet?"
I jumped and spun, searching the yard for any sign of movement. Lit only by stars and the faint light of the waxing moon that filtered through the reaching trees, the yard would have been nearly pitch black to anyone else; but to my eyes, shades of gray defined the shapes around me. I stood up when I confirmed that I was alone in the yard.
A faint motion between the fence panels revealed the silhouette of a person a few inches shorter than me. I stepped sideways into the slight breeze; the scent it carried, a floral perfume faint from the day, a whispered hush of mint and apricot, and a hint of pizza which I guessed was from dinner, confirmed that my watcher was a girl. There was nothing hostile in the scent.
I shook my head at my own fears.
"Should I take you to be the strong, silent type then?" she asked with a touch of humor.
I wasn't in the mood to be teased. "Just the type who prefers to be left alone in his own backyard." I unstrapped the gloves, the sound of the velcro loud in the silence between us. A siren wailed in the distance, followed closely by another.
"Wow, and blunt. No beating around the bush for you, huh?"
I rolled my eyes, forgetting that she couldn't see me. "Is it too much to ask for some privacy?"
"In this city? Yes, or haven't you noticed that there's barely enough room to breathe back here, let alone keep to one's self." She leaned against the fence with a huff. "What do they expect us to do after curfew, sleep?"
I laughed despite my foul mood. "I think that's the idea." I toyed with the gloves in my hands and debated whether to go in the house. The night was cool, but not the freezing temperatures I was accustomed to in early March.
"So you get all moved in?" she pressed.
I gave an inward sigh. "Yeah, pretty much."
"The moving truck wasn't there long." When I didn't answer, she waited in silence. I hoped if I kept quiet long enough she would grow bored and leave. But a few minutes later, she asked, "You starting school tomorrow?"
I frowned and fought back an urge to hit the bag again. "Yeah, why?"
"It sucks to start a new school in the middle of the year. Why'd you move?"
I turned back to the house. "Have a good night."
"You're leaving? Just like that?" She sounded surprised and a little hurt.
"Yeah, like I said, have a good night."
I took two steps when a long, low howl cut through the symphony that made up the city twilight. Dogs stopped barking, the shouts of an angry wife a few houses down quieted, and insects that had seconds ago been weaving their songs of worship to the moon fell silent. Hair rose on the back of my neck. The source wasn't close, but it was definitely werewolf. I fought the urge to bare my teeth.
The howl drifted away to a thick silence; I wondered that no other werewolf answered, then remembered that it wasn't a full moon. Uneasiness tangled under my skin at the thought of a werewolf running alone when the moon was only waxing.
"Goodnight." Her voice startled me. She made her way toward the house without waiting for a response.
"Do you have a lot of wolves here?" I wanted to kick myself as soon as the question left my mouth, but it caught her attention.
She turned and the faint light that spilled through the back door gave life to her silhouette. She had long black hair and wore loose-fitting pajama pants and a tee-shirt with a black bird printed on it. She showed her annoyance with a hand on her hip and the hard stare she gave as she tried to make out my form in the shadows.
"Oh, so now you want to talk?" she accused.
I shook my head. "Never mind."
I had reached my own back door and slid it open when she said, "Yeah, there're wolves."
I paused, a knot in my stomach. "I didn't think there would be wolves here, especially in the city." I forced my tone to lighten. "I figured there'd be more coyotes; you know, like in the westerns."
She gave an unfeminine snort. "Sorry to disappoint you. Welcome to the big city, partner." She tipped an imaginary hat my way and a laugh escaped her lips.
"Why thank you, little lady," I replied. I felt foolish, but grinned just the same.
We stared across the darkness at each other for a moment, then I stepped inside the house. "Have a good night," I called over my shoulder.
"You, too," she said.
I slid the door shut behind me and listened for her to do the same, then went upstairs for a quick shower before bed. The howl echoed through my thoughts and quickened the foreboding that rose in my chest when I thought of what the morning would bring. It was a long time before I gave in to sleep and the ever-present nightmares it heralded.
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- ASIN : B006N52WVQ
- Publication date : December 16, 2011
- Language : English
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- Print length : 202 pages
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The plot revolves around a high school junior, Jaze (a werewolf), and his mother, traveling to a new city, worried about being followed and learning about a scheme that will permanently change the nature of werewolf politics and law.
In obtaining more information and intervening, Jaze becomes acquainted with the local Alpha's girlfriend, makes friends with the stereotypical geek, and embarks on mini-adventures that only rebellious-yet-innocent teenagers would enjoy. I'm not going to reveal the ending or how the narrative concludes.
Notes from September 2017:
Plot and Setting: 3.5 -- Some definite cliches involved here, including a supernaturally talented teenager saving the day and falling in insta-love with his next door neighbor. I like what it does with werewolves, though, and it is definitely an entertaining story. The setting is some urban area, vaguely east of wherever Jaze lived before and far enough south that March is not cold or snowy. The timeline is mostly easy to follow, though there are a few confusing spots.
Characters: 4 -- I appreciated how Jaze wants to blend in and be normal, but doesn't back down when something is wrong. Like many of the other characters, he's dealing with grief and danger the best he can, and for Jaze that means he takes on a lot of responsibility and personal risk, while trying to protect everyone else. Minor characters are an interesting mix. I liked Brock a lot, and there were good moments for many other characters as well.
Mechanics and Writing: 3.7 -- Generally skillful writing. Errors include: compound word and/or homophone confusion, punctuation or formatting issues (lots of paragraphs that weren't indented, some quotation marks that curved the wrong way), other small typos and awkward bits. Also a strange choice to make each section break start a new page, as if it was a new chapter. POV is all first person Jaze.
Redeeming Value: 3.7 -- A number of fights, ranging from schoolyard brawls to fights to the death, and in both human and wolf forms. I could've done with less brutality, but did appreciate that Jaze at least takes the high road as much as is possible, and doesn't attack or kill for fun or his own benefit. Themes of friendship, responsibility, and taking risks for the sake of peace.
Personal Enjoyment: 4
This book had a perfect opportunity to become a loyal buddy werewolf sidekick novel to offset the romance arc. Had the best friend Brock been turned to become the new alpha's loyal trusted second this would have been a rip roaring werewolf themed romp. This werewolf themed book is tame in the discription of the blood, gore and horror. The story is rather predictable once you are one third of the way in. Silver (The Silver Series Book 1) plot reads like a linear video game you pretty much know where you are going but it is fun getting there.
The romance scenes drag on and add little of substance and value to the story. This is a solid little werewolf themed romance but its lite on the horror and heavy on romantic scenes that are in a word boring. Why did I give Silver (The Silver Series Book 1) four stars because; I buy werewolf books for the werewolf related gore, fun and horror they stir up. Bad as everything else is in this book the werewolves are an interesting pack. These werewolves are slaves to uninspired writing but they are still interesting enough for me to care about them. If the werewolf culture is drawn with enough detail that I care about my werewolf brothers depicted therein then the book is worth the read.
I love the werewolves in Silver (The Silver Series Book 1). I love the culture of the werewolves in Silver (The Silver Series Book 1). I am not in love with the fact these werewolves are impotent in the fact they can't turn others ino their kind. I just like the werewolf society in this book. Oh yeah the one thing I thing is bogus about Silver (The Silver Series Book 1) and warning its a spoiler aleart here. It's hard to believe the Werewolf council gers wiped out by Mason an ambitious welp alpha want-ta-be come on get real. It would suggest Elder werewolves are soft headed and gulliable. The feral nature is not a trusting nature hence everyone, everything and every situation is veiwed with suspicion and is dealt with in measures of caution, cunning or raging violence. Silver (The Silver Series Book 1) does not fully understand the true feral nature but that said its still a good read despite its many shortcomings. I'D BUY THIS AGAIN IN A BLOODY HEARTBEAT!
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