NightWolfbloodMoon
The world was dying.
Once, cities had soared-gleaming towers and humming machines, progress wrapped in steel and light. But now, they were crumbling husks, shadows of former glory, swallowed by rot and overrun by the infection that spread like whispered madness. The infected weren't human anymore. Twisted, dark, crawling things. They weren't alive. Not really.
Artemis Wolf walked through that nightmare, a rifle across his back and fire in his eyes.
He had once been the best. A soldier of Ares, trained to kill without hesitation. He had followed orders, believed in structure, in loyalty, in strength. But loyalty hadn't saved his wife. Loyalty had loaded the gun and pulled the trigger.
They murdered her.
And now, all he had left was Annabelle-his daughter. Cryogenically frozen, her infection slowed, preserved by what little science remained. A fragile hope inside a metal coffin. And there was only one way to save her: find the cure.