Hopeless, pointless. Those were the words on the lips of everyone still left standing in our small, supernatural community.
The vampire Stealth had barely escaped with his immortal life after the Shield of Humanity attacked his home, a home which now lay in ruins on the outskirts of Shadow Cove.
The lycan clans were being picked off one-by-one by the hate-filled faction, the few remaining remnants scattered to the winds. Entire species and families had been eradicated – a full blown extermination carried out for no other reason than they were feared by the humans.
Their lives were being cut short, but those in peril would no longer stand idly by and watch as their families were destroyed. They would unit, fight until the bitter end, all declaring in one voice – they are no different than the humans, and they have the right to exist – to live.
This is a tale which drags the darkness into the light, lays bare the shadows lurking inside the hearts of mankind, a tale which can only end one way – with bloodshed.
Battle lines have been drawn, but the war has just begun.