The lone wolf hides behind the treeline, eyes glinting at the man in the moon. Abandoned and diseased, Malakai had run until he lost himself. Stumbling across a highway, after being hit by a semi, he's taken in by an odd vet tech who insists on learning the secrets he's hiding. At twenty-three years old, Romeo has no reason to lose his job nor his schooling over an injured wild animal. Trying to keep night shifts at the clinic and classes during the day, the injured wolf upsets his delicate balance and sends him splattering to the ground within reach of the inked clawed hands. Haunted souls, dismayed into deft and deceptive wanderers follow the wolf to the man and crave for his lupine bloodshed. The ranks of the lost call to the wolf, even as he turns and hides from their deathly gaze. They continue to draw ever nearer, always just a flickering of a bulb away. Fortunately, timberline calls.