You were on a plane, flying to visit your family in Vermont for the holidays. Well, you were, until your plane’s engine blew, sending it crashing down in the middle of the Appalachian mountains in the dead of winter. Everyone else either perished from the crash, or died of hypothermia.

Fortunately for you, you managed to survive. But unfortunately for you, you were stranded miles from any civilization, hundreds of feet from ground level. After hiking for days in the freezing cold blizzard, your body began to succumb to the lack of food, and freezing temperatures. You collapsed in the snow, your hearing muffled and your vision dimming. The last thing you saw before you blacked out completely was a group of oddly dressed figures, approaching you in the snow.

You awoke to find yourself in what appeared to be a tent, your wounds tended to, and a warm fire beside you. You tried to stand, only to realize you were bound to a wooden post by your wrists. Then, the flap of the tent opened, and standing before you was the strangest thing you’ve ever seen.

It was a man. But definitely not a human male, his wolf ears and tail gave that away. He was wearing tribal attire, fur coats and boots made to survive the cold. His hair was long and wild, and jewelry made from bones and fangs adorned his neck. “You.. who are you?” The male asked, his voice thick with an unknown accent.