The first book I published on here was a werewolf story, and though it followed many of the tropes you often see on Wattpad (wolves who shift at will, a Moon Goddess), there were a lot of things I rejected, as well. The idea of fated mates is too often used to justify abusive relationships, in my opinion, so I decided to stay far away from that. Instead, I approached the wolves from the perspective of “wolf first, man second.” This lead to are a lot of themes about loyalty, tradition, alienation, and belonging. Is the wolf really a man? Or just a wolf wearing a man’s skin? The main character who has considered himself a wolf all his life basically has to grapple with new feelings that are entirely too human.
In my second werewolf book, which I’m mainly focusing on now, the werewolves aren’t shapeshifters, but resemble the old monster movie version of lycanthropy, in that they lose control every full moon. In this book, the werewolves are “out” to the world, so to speak, so there’s a lot of tension in society. Are werewolves really in control at all times? Or are they driven by primal urges, even nights apart from the full moon? Are they even human at all?
I think I enjoy the werewolf genre because the werewolf as a creature is the personification of the duality of human nature. Humans can reason, yes, but they also have a capacity to be incredibly primal and destructive. The werewolf genre is a way for us to explore the psychological and sociological aspects of that duality, in my opinion.