To ask other readers questions about The Werewolf's Daughter , please sign up. Be the first to ask a question about The Werewolf's Daughter. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Apr 11, Skylar rated it it was amazing. I enjoyed this book because it's not a Twilight, which I never read might I add, which was enjoyable.
I loved the plot twists and the fact that this was one of my first werewolf only type books and I enjoyed it surprised me. I need to get my hands on the second book and give my best wishes to those characters until I meet them again. I recommend it to everyone and applaud the author. Mar 13, Zelle Andrews rated it it was amazing. I've always been fascinated by werewolves. Street spun an unusual twist with her story that will catch readers by surprise.
You think you might know the character, but don't be so sure Loved every second of it. Oct 03, Amanda rated it really liked it. Love triangles, suspenseful mysteries, and of course, werewolves — what more could a reader ask for!
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Deaths occur frequently in the novel, but Lani carries on. The story picks up its gait when Lani hunts for her mom, who may or may not be alive. The reader will find it hard to put down the book, as one event happens right after the next. While this wasn't the best book I've ever read it was really good. I liked that although there was a love triangle it wasn't the main focus, it even really have that much storyline.
I did find some of it to be too much of a coincidence. The two of them approached the trench and the father said that he had dug it to serve as a grave. He turned away, just like she asked him to, and then she pushed him will all her force, making him fall face-first into the hole that he had dug out for her. The girl ran for her life, because the werewolf was unhurt and soon leaped out of the trench. She could hear his howling as it carried through the dark forest paths, but she kept running like the wind. She could hear his steps and laboured breath closer and closer, so she threw a handkerchief behind her.
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The werewolf caught it and started tearing it to shreds with his fangs and claws. But soon he was again chasing after her, foaming at the mouth, howling grimly and with red eyes that glowed like charring coals. When he was about to catch up to her, she threw her dress for him to devour. He grabbed it and tore it to pieces, then resumed his chase. Afterwards, the girl threw behind her apron, then her underwear, so she ended up naked as a new-born babe.
The werewolf was getting closer. The girl ran out of the forest and into a mowed meadow, where she hid in the smallest stack of hay. Her father charged in after her and, howling, began searching for her, overturning every stack of hay, all the while growling and gritting his teeth. His fangs flashed with anger that the daughter managed to run away.
He was drooling from his jaws as he paced around and his body sweltered from the heat. Before he could get to the smallest stack of hay, tiredness overcame him, his strength was waning, so he went back into the forest. The king, as was his daily custom, was at that time out hunting. So she made the food which she was to take him, and crept cautiously through the wood. When she came near the place where her father worked, she heard his strokes felling timber, and smelt smoke.
She saw presently a large fire and two human heads roasting at it. Turning from the fire, she went in the direction of the ax strokes and found her father. They came to the pit. Then he told her that he had dug it for a grave. He turned aside as she requested, and then -- tchich! She fled for her life, for the werewolf was not injured, and he soon would scramble out of the pit.
Now she hears his howls resounding through the gloomy alleys of the forest, and swift as the wind she runs.
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She hears the tramp of his approaching feet, and the snuffle of his breath. Then she casts behind her her handkerchief. The werewolf seizes this with teeth and nails, and rends it till it is reduced to tiny ribands. In another moment he is again in pursuit foaming at the mouth, and howling dismally, whilst his red eyes gleam like burning coals. As he gains on her, she casts behind her her gown, and bids him tear that.
He seizes the gown and rives it to shreds, then again he pursues. This time she casts behind her her apron, next her petticoat, then her shift, and at last runs much in the condition in which she was born. Again the werewolf approaches.