I like my werewolves any way I can get ’em—whether they are good guys, bad guys, alpha, beta, omega, young, old, sexy, furry—or called lupines, shifters, lycans, weres, loups-garous, verwulfen, changelings… I think you get the idea. LOL Heck, my blog’s even centered around them. Yes, I am a
I prefer it when they are the protagonist rather than the antagonist, although I have read a few stories that featured them as the latter that I enjoyed, namely Keri Lake’s SONS OF WRATH series. I also have a weakness for ones that are more animal than man with a strong protective streak. Authors who put their own spins on the standard mythology tend to rank high on my favourites list; nothing crazy, just a few aspects that set their werewolves apart from the crowd.
I’m not a big fan of their clothes magically going *poof*, I’d rather they be butt naked when they shift back, but I understand that from an author’s POV it can be inconvenient having their characters constantly in their birthday suits. I don’t really have a preference for how they change, whether it be by magic or more graphic transitions like in the TV mini series BITTEN that aired recently. However, I don’t like there to be too much of an ick factor, like in Laurell K. Hamilton’s series where gross fluids is involved.
Insta-love is a personal pet peeve of mine, and the ONLY instance where I don’t mind it so much is in werewolf books because of the whole mate aspect, but it still has to be believable. The pack is yet another aspect of this genre that I adore; I like the idea of having a family that would die for you—one that has your back no matter what. Ok, I could seriously go on all day about my fav supe, but I’m going to hand things over to you now…