A virus unleashed due to humanity's arrogance devoured all of human civilization. Decaying remnants and the shuffling masses known as the 'Undead' remain in its wake. Many werewolf clans had succumbed to the apocalypse. But Ember and her family, the embers themselves of the Silver Fang clan, clung to survival. Her children, eyes that mirrored the dying starlight, bore the weight of a legacy threatened by extinction. Whispers of a haven - a hidden valley untouched by the blight - fueled their trek across the undead lands. Yet, the path was a gauntlet of razor-wire fences, bone-chilling nights, and flesh-hungry hordes drawn by the scent of their hope.