Matt Serafini's FERAL is one of those rare books that makes you want to dig into more books like it–that's how great it is. I've read a couple of werewolf books, and this one is right up there with Stephen Graham Jones' MONGRELS. FERAL is Matt Serafini's debut novel, but it didn't feel like a debut (reprinted) at all. It's horror through and through. FERAL is one helluva guttural howl. FERAL sinks its fangs into your chest and doesn't let go until you turn the last page. If you are easily offended, then this book might not be for you.
FERAL is like SALEM'S LOT with werewolves. There’s a thin line between animal and man. A line that’s about to be crossed. Fane, an alpha lycanthrope, moves to Greifsfield, Massachusetts where he wants to turn or feast on the entire population. Jack and Allen decide to spend the summer before their senior year of college out in Western Massachusetts. When they arrive in Greifsfield, MA, their vacation doesn't go as planned.
Jack and Allen fall head over heels for a beautiful woman named Elizabeth. That's when things start getting very interesting. Their friendship is put to the test. Strange things begin happening around town. People start going missing. Jack and Allen's vacation gets very hairy.
After reading this book, I can't even take the trash to the curbside in the dark anymore. I keep thinking a werewolf will jump out of the shadows and tear me to shreds. The vivid scenes come to life, making for a great reading experience. FERAL is filled with blood and guts. You can smell the fur and sex wafting from the pages. The fever-induced hallucinations are crazy AF. FERAL is old school horror. There's no romancing, just mauling. This book isn't for the faint of heart.
There isn't a dull moment in this book. Matt Serafini's writing style is great. FERAL reads quick and the action is non-stop. The ending is great. I will definitely be reading Matt Serafini's other work.