Upon a dark and blood-filled hour, humanity's doom will rise to power…
Werewolves are real. They haunt the woods of North America, feeding on
the bodies of humans stupid enough to blunder across their paths. Once
rogue and uncoordinated, the rise of their goddess Alsvinth has
brought them all together, with one goal: destroy as much of the
species as necessary to enslave them within meat farms, to feed the
werewolf army taking over the world.
Olivia, a werewolf from western Canada, and her brother Charlie set
out to kill the goddess and save humanity. But can the werewolf and
human destroy the goddess’s power, or will she prevail and turn the
planet into a wasteland?
"Enough, Olivia," a familiar voice hissed.
I stopped, shocked and scared to stillness. I started to cry as the
goddess stood in the grass, kicking Charlie's body aside and
sauntering over to me.
"Thank you, children of the sky," Alsvinth purred, resting a hand on
the shoulder of each harpy. They let me go as she touched them. "My,
Olivia. How you've grown."
I was still. I couldn't even think.
"Well, not really. You don't age anymore, do you?" She grinned. "Like
me, eternally beautiful."
The creature in a woman's skin touched my forehead, and I couldn't
even flinch from her cold, dead fingertips.
"No matter. You will become my second-in-charge. You have been so
faithful as to convince the rogue to kill himself to strengthen me."
She kissed my forehead. "Dear Olivia," she said as the obliviousness
of her mind control took me, threw me to the wolves.
"You are mine."