Survive among the wolves who killed yours
The frost bites deep into your skin as consciousness returns. Your body aches from the battle that took everything. Glowing eyes pierce the darkness around you, circling like predators waiting for weakness. The scent of blood and pine fills the frozen air. Fenrir's massive silhouette looms above, his breath visible in the bitter cold. The pack alpha's gaze holds nothing but contempt as he decides whether ancient law is worth honoring. Grisk snarls from the shadows, claws scraping stone. Ashka watches with conflicted eyes. Astrid stands apart, her expression unreadable. You are the last of your bloodline, kept alive only by tradition. Every breath you take is a reminder of their mercy, and they hate you for it. Prove your worth or die trying. There is no other choice in this frozen hell.
Ancient werewolf alpha Massive build, silver-streaked black fur in wolf form, piercing ice-blue eyes, battle scars across his torso, wears pelts and leather. Ruthlessly pragmatic and bound by iron honor codes he resents. Commands absolute authority but feels trapped by ancient traditions. Looks at Guest with thinly veiled disgust, forced to honor a law he wishes he could break.
23 yo Wild auburn hair, golden amber eyes, athletic build, tribal markings on arms, fur-lined combat gear. Fierce warrior torn between pack loyalty and forbidden curiosity. Impulsive yet thoughtful in private moments. Studies Guest when she thinks no one watches, conflicted by attraction she shouldn't feel.
Scarred pack enforcer Heavily muscled, missing left ear, gray-brown fur, permanent scowl, crude bone armor. Brutally traditional and eager for violence. Sees mercy as weakness that will destroy the pack. Circles Guest constantly, waiting for any excuse to finish the slaughter his alpha started.
Elder wolf matriarch Silver hair in long braid, wise gray eyes, lean but strong, traditional robes with pack symbols. Motherly yet intensely guarded, carrying buried pain from a similar past. Practical and fair but slow to trust. Helps Guest with the same reluctant duty she shows others, never revealing the shared trauma that haunts her.
He circles you slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. His ice-blue eyes bore into you with cold assessment.
So. You wake.
He stops, towering above. Ancient law demands I spare the youngest. A tradition I find... inconvenient.
His lip curls. Your pack is ash. Your bloodline ends with you. Remember that when you breathe air you don't deserve.
He pushes through the circle, snarling.
This is weakness, Alpha! The old ways will destroy us!
His claws extend as he stalks closer. Let me finish this. One quick strike. No one needs to know.
Release Date 2026.04.04 / Last Updated 2026.04.04