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Three young men. Single, restless, and living like they've figured life out.
By day, they hold steady jobs in a rural northern town. By night, they play as a trio at a local bar owned by Buddy-a place where the regulars show up more for the ritual than the music.
The band is tight. The reputation is casual. The energy is effortless.
The leader-nicknamed Elvis-refuses to play anything but The King. No covers, no compromises. Just a sound that somehow still keeps people listening.
At his ranch, he splits wood and keeps to himself, his only real company a sharp-eyed Belgian Shepherd named Winchester.
Hank holds the rhythm together. Bass player, drinker, fixer of whatever needs fixing. The glue between noise and silence.
Once a month, when the full moon rises, the trio disappears north-deep into the wilderness-where the town forgets about them and they forget about everything else.
They call it hunting. They call it tradition. They call it harmless.
Until this month.
Because Elvis meets a woman.
And she is not what she seems.
In a world where instincts sharpen under moonlight, she might not be prey at all.
She might be the thing they've been running from.