There are many things that go bump in the night, and I am one of them.
As a wolf, my hate towards Hunters was born from fire and blood.
I know all too well the brush of death others only speak of in hushed whispers. It marked me and every day since I have fought to prove myself. To be the strongest, the best wolf in the Red Mountain Pack.
To live up to my family name.
Until one night, one trap, one chance encounter changes all that.
Thrown into the middle of an ancient war I have no choice but to fight for those I love but war takes casualties, including people's souls.
If friends can become enemies… what can enemies become?
I guess we will find out before the moon is full.
Welcome to the Court of Beasts, where wilderness prevails.