When the Wolf Comes Home was such a wild, strange and unforgettable read. It’s the kind of horror that sneaks up on you, full of blood and chaos but with a surprisingly emotional core. What starts as a werewolf story quickly becomes something much deeper about fear, grief, loss and how the things we run from always find a way to catch up to us.
Jess, a struggling actress in L.A. barely holding it together, ends up rescuing a terrified young boy on the run from his violent father. From there, everything unravels fast. The pace barely slows down as they cross the country, hunted by monsters both human and otherwise. It’s tense and messy and full of moments that are equal parts horrifying and heartfelt. Some scenes go a bit over the top, but honestly, that’s part of what makes it so compelling. Cassidy leans into the weirdness and somehow makes it work.
The real strength of this book is how human it feels. Jess isn’t your typical horror heroine; she’s anxious, funny, flawed and feels incredibly real. Watching her stumble through impossible situations while slowly confronting her own fears was what kept me glued to the page. The boy’s story adds another layer too, showing how fear and trauma can take on a life of their own… literally, in this case.
When the Wolf Comes Home is fast-paced, unsettling and full of heart. It’s weird, gory and emotional all at once, and it proves that horror can be just as much about healing as it is about fear.
⭐️4/5 stars A wild, bloody ride that somehow still manages to hit you right in the feels.
Amy Leigh Reads 