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Bloodhowl Pact

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Logan Wren is a burned-out ex-military tracker turned private investigator living off the grid in the crumbling outskirts of a city teetering on chaos. Scarred by war and haunted by personal tragedy, Logan’s life takes a sharp turn when he’s hired to find a missing teenage girl last seen near Black Hollow Forest—an off-limits stretch of land known for strange disappearances and local legends of "beasts in the woods." What begins as a standard missing persons case spirals into a brutal awakening when Logan survives a savage attack from an unknown creature. As the full moon rises, he transforms into a werewolf—and is violently pulled into an ancient, blood-soaked conflict between rival werewolf clans: the Wyrdekin, who believe in hiding from the world, and the Bloodhowl Pact, a militant faction plotting to reclaim dominance over humankind. But Logan is different—his transformation didn’t come from a bite, but something older, something buried in his bloodline. The monster inside him isn't bound to any clan. As Logan searches for the girl, he uncovers a conspiracy involving secret government bio-weapons programs, ancient lycanthrope bloodlines, and a faction of humans who hunt werewolves not out of fear, but revenge. Caught in a war between monsters and men, Logan must confront the beast within—before it consumes what's left of his humanity.
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