I didn't hate this book. In fact, I enjoyed the writing style and the way werewolves are portrayed here very much. I even liked the intermittent poetry throughout, and how I could subtly relate Rilke to what was happening with Sam and grace.
But the book just didn't have a plot. The entire novel felt like a prologue. Not much happened, and I just couldn't fall in love with the main characters as much as I usually do in these kinds of books.