North

They say that when you enter the endless forest you must always walk north. Walk until your blood turns to slush and further still. They say that if you walk far enough, the forest itself will answer your call.

After the slaughter of her village Syre has nowhere to go, so she travels north, deep into the endless forest in search of revenge. She searches for Gothren, the spirit of the wild, the spirit of the north. But what she finds instead is nothing short of a monster.

Gothren has answered her call, and has gifted her revenge in its rawest, wildest form.

Violent. Unpredictable. Tormented.

The monster follows her, a wolf by moonlight, a man by day. He calls her his. And he is correct.