Gregory Ashe brings his compelling
Iron on Iron
series to a close with The Evening Wolves, a gripping and gut-wrenching read that ties up the overarching plot while also circling back round to where-it-all-began for our beloved Hazard and Somerset.
The story picks up several months after the events of The Spoil of Beasts, when it looked as though the guys were never going to get to the bottom of exactly what was going on at the Cottonmouth Club. Someone – who always seemed to be one step ahead - had been doing an exceptionally good job of cleaning up and disposing of any loose ends and the trail had gone cold. And then, one day just before Christmas, John-Henry is accused of being in possession of child pornography, and arrested. Obviously, he’s been set up, and obviously it’s somehow tied to their investigations into the trafficking operations run out of the club – but with no real leads, how is Emery (and, by extension, North, Shaw, Theo, Auggie, Tean and Jem) going to prove it and find out who is behind it all?
This is very much a Somers book (which suited me down to the ground because while I love Hazard, John-Henry Somerset has always held a special place in my bookish heart) – and it’s a tough one. He’s come such a long way since we first met him in Pretty Pretty Boys, and in this series in particular, he’s shown just how good he is at what he does, treading a very fine line between being chief of police, husband, father and friend (especially when some of those friends are somewhat… lively!) But he’s always known, deep down, that he’s led a charmed life – courtesy of his parents’ wealth and position, and the good looks and charisma that have always bailed him out of the tight spots he got himself into – and wrestles with a tightly-lidded sense of self-loathing because of how easily he’s been able to coast through life. So when he’s accused of a truly horrendous crime there’s a little voice lurking at the back of his mind telling him that now he’s paying the price for all those years of using his privilege and popularity to get away with all the shit he pulled.
I’ve said several times in reviews that one of the (many) things that continues to impress me about this author’s work is the way he continues to find new ways to explore an established romantic relationship and to have his characters working through things in a completely organic way, because the issues that arise are never manufactured and are always there because of who the characters are. After thirteen full-length H&S books, several novellas and short stories, and the four books in this series, this still holds true for Emery and John-Henry, and in this novel, with his life crumbling around his ears, Somers is forced to examine what it means to be John-Henry Somerset in ways he has never done before, to think about the man he was raised to be, the man he’s needed to be and the man he wants to be. The high point of the story is the way it revisits – with a more mature, experienced perspective – Emery and John-Henry’s origin story, while also showing how they’ve grown as men and as a couple.
My heart broke for John-Henry as his deepest fears become reality and he goes from respected and well-liked member of the community to pariah overnight. His sense of self, his career and his reputation are in tatters, and the author’s descriptions of his feelings of despair and helplessness are intense. But despite the pressure this brings to their relationship, his and Emery’s love and commitment to one another doesn’t waver. Seeing them working together so seamlessly was one of my favourite things about their first story arc, so it was wonderful to see them slipping so easily back into that dynamic.
Of course, as soon as the news reaches North and Shaw and Jem and Tean, they all make their way back to Wahredua to do whatever it takes to prove John-Henry’s innocence and support him and Emery however they can. Their interactions bring some much needed lightness and love to the story, and as has been the case throughout the series, the scenes that feature all eight of them are an absolute delight. I love seeing the smaller groups and pairings – North teasing Auggie, the quiet, introspective moments between Emery and Tean… these guys have become family and you just know that they’re going to be a constant part of each others lives from now on.
(And that scene near the end with Emery and .... (spoiler!) was completely unexpected and breathtakingly brilliant.)
The Evening Wolves is painful to read at times – the emotions are raw and close to the surface and it was very hard to read about someone as essentially decent and kind as John-Henry going through what he goes through in this book - but it’s completely gripping and had me on the edge of my seat from start to finish. It’s an outstanding finale to what has been an absolutely fantastic series.