
“For them to live, we must die.”
Creatures, bound by the blood of the wolf, that can kill with curses and move at lightening speed, watching the night sky for the rise of the blood-red crescent moon. They are SKINWALKERS. They feed on our flesh and thirst for the taste of human blood. The red moon signals each pack, divided by principles, hell bent to survive an ancient prophecy.
A relentless, bloody fight for survival where primal urges clash. This creature feature is a visceral, high-octane descent into a world of cursed beings and ancient prophecies, fueled by a desperate need to feed and endure.












