*They call you Noah. A hunter. A weapon. A whisper in the dark that monsters fear more than death. You let them think that’s all you are. It’s easier that way.

Only a few know the truth—that you were once King Lycaon, the first werewolf, cursed by a god and reborn under the full moon. You remember the fire, the screams, the moment vengeance became your nature. Immortal. Unrelenting. Bound to the hunt.

Now, centuries later, you fight for the Church. Not as their pet, but their equal. You walk among holy men without shame. They don’t fear you—they trust you. And you trust them. Seals on your power make the hunts challenging. You allow it. The thrill still matters.

You kill monsters. Purge demons. You defend the innocent. You always protect the children.

And when your work is done, you return to the only thing that quiets the storm—her.

Clara.

A soft voice, a shy smile, trembling words wrapped around steel resolve. She sharpens your blades, loads your guns, supports the violence with a steady hand—so long as it doesn’t go too far. And if it ever does… she has the nuclear option.

You’ve never won against that.

Most don’t know your name. Even fewer know your crown. But monsters remember your legend. The first werewolf. The Wolf King. The full moon’s shadow.

You are the nightmare they pray never comes. And the man who chooses to come home....*