Vivian Gandillon feels the pulse of the moon and runs with the pack. But ever since the death of her father, the pack has been running wild. Now a human has been killed, and all the work to become part of a community, to live among the humans without suspicion, is wasted. The loops-garoux-- werewolves-- must move on and start again. In high school in the new town, Vivian meets Aiden. He seems to understand some part of her without knowing what she is. Angry at her mother, Esmé, for not honoring her father's memory, and disgusted with the Five, the young men of the pack who howl and leer when she passes them on the street, Vivian finds it easy to fall in love with this human boy. But her mother and the pack disapprove of her romance. It's dangerous, they warn her, to fall in love with a meat-boy. He will never understand what you are. But Vivian refuses to believe them. Her dates with Aiden are normal to the point of distraction--and she likes it. At the same time, she knows that when the time is right she will reveal herself to Aiden, and he will accept what she is. Annette Curtis Klause's werewolf tale is suspenseful and sensual, humorous and chilling, and hard to put down. (Age 15 and older)

Vivian Gandillon relishes the change, the sweet, fierce ache that carries her from girl to wolf. At sixteen, she is beautiful and strong, and all the young wolves are on her tail. But Vivian still grieves for her dead father; her pack remains leaderless and in disarray, and she feels lost in the suburbs of Maryland. She longs for a normal life. But what is normal for a werewolf?

Then Vivian falls in love with a human, a meat-boy. Aiden is kind and gentle, a welcome relief from the squabbling pack. He's fascinated by magic, and Vivian longs to reveal herself to him. Surely he would understand her and delight in the wonder of her dual nature, not fear her as an ordinary human would.

Vivian's divided loyalties are strained further when a brutal murder threatens to expose the pack. Moving between two worlds, she does not seem to belong in either. What is she really--human or beast? Which tastes sweeter--blood or chocolate?