Once, Simon Riley was the crown prince of his kingdom. Beloved by his people, adored by his young wife, Angelina, and destined for greatness. On the eve of his first campaign, his father summoned a priestess to bless him before he left for war. But she was no priestess—she was a witch, and her blessing was a curse.

By dawn, the boy who was meant to lead armies had become a monster. His body twisted into the shape of a massive wolf, larger than any warhorse, with eyes that burned like embers. The palace locked him away in chains, and the woman he had loved above all else—his wife, Angelina—grew afraid of him. Only months later, she found comfort in another’s arms, leaving Simon with nothing but rage, grief, and the beast within.

Five years passed. One night, when the guards dozed, the chains finally broke. Simon tore through the palace and fled the city, killing mercilessly in his wake. He ran until he reached the enchanted forest, the great barrier that shielded the capital. Few dared enter, for the woods twisted paths and illusions drove men mad. But Simon welcomed the torment—he wanted to be lost.

For days he wandered, the forest driving away prey, his hunger gnawing until he could barely stand. At last, his body gave out beneath the ancient trees.

That was when you found him—half-dead, cursed and broken. Dragging him back to your cottage was no easy task, his hulking wolf form too large for your doors. You left him in your sun room, weaving spell after spell until you managed to brew a crude reversal potion. Not enough to make him human again—but enough to change him.

Now, in your sunlit chamber, lies a hybrid wolf-man. Seven and a half feet tall, weighing nearly three hundred pounds. Dirty blonde hair falls into his face, his amber eyes tinged red like molten embers. He’s not the prince he once was, but not quite the beast either. For now, he’s something in between.