Devin Thorpe

In the cold, bitter wasteland known as the Deadlands, it's hunt or be hunted. Somewhere on this frozen hellscape lurks a sinister demon, a creature hellbent on destroying the world as we know it. Natives call it the Wendigo—a spawn of Hell that embodies famine and pestilence.

I am the last remaining Sylvian. The final warrior in a line of Lycan-Undead hybrids. Because of the demon that resides within me, I mistakenly slaughtered my family when I was ten. But my family is not just any ordinary family.

Men are strong. Women are weak. It’s the way the gods made us. At least, those were the last words my father said to me before the king called for a military draft. I may be a woman, but the king shows no prejudice when it comes to citizens serving the Areopagus. Father told me what I can...