Werewolves get a bad rap. While zombies and vampires and demons were having their heyday in horror novels over the past couple decades, the genre often didn’t seem to know what to do with shifters (romance didn’t have this problem – we could stand to take a page or two out of their books). But certain authors writing horror and dark fantasy persevered – here are three of our favorites.
The Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan
A clever and immensely well-written novel full of grisly people-eating, athletic sex, and werewolf ennui. Jake Marlowe, 200 years old, is the last remaining werewolf on earth, and it’s a lonely, boring existence, full of logistics and a lot of downtime. But when two rival organizations get wind of Jake’s existence, his plan to slip gently into obsolescence goes right to hell.
Sharp Teeth, Toby Barlow
A tale of werewolf packs in LA told in free verse? A dogcatcher in love with a beautiful werewolf who doesn’t want him to know her secret? Meth labs? Tacos??? I don’t even know what else I could possibly say here that would sell this book to you. It’s a treasure.
The Wolfman, Nicholas Pekearo
Marlowe Higgins is a drifter, a shiftless shifter whose visceral need to kill someone at each full moon doesn’t sit too well with his conscience. So he decides to kill and eat only the really bad – rapists, murderers, etc. When he crosses paths with an infamous serial killer, though, things go very, very wrong.