My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal.
But normal is one thing I'm not.
For one thing, I'm having these feelings for a certain antisocial werewolf and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—but, between you and me, I'm leaning toward the werewolf.
My friends and I are also on the run from an evil corporation that wants to get rid of us—permanently.
Definitely not normal.
And finally, I'm a genetically altered necro-mancer who can raise the dead, rotting corpses and all, without even trying.
As far away from normal as it gets.
Oh boy. I was really looking forward to this book so I'm thinking that my expectations were a bit too high since I love the characters in this trilogy, not to mention the romance between Chloe and Derek, but the story is kinda weak. Crazy grown-ups chasing after kids with supernatural powers? Where have I heard that one before? I've seen this argument in other places but I didn't agree at all until I finished this one. Is this reader's remorse or reader's lament I wonder? I admit that the story didn't wow me all that much from the beginning but it was the payoff of what happens between Chloe and Derek that kept me reading so this is probably more of a lament than a regret.
This set of books is the first part of the series but the ending wasn’t really an ending and I was hoping for one once I heard that this was their last book. I want more Chloe and Derek! Maybe they’ll be revisited by the new pair in The Gathering, which I assume will be out this time next year.