A Twilight Zone-esque descent into feminine rage horror begins.

His body. Her curse.

He was a good guy, until She cursed him. Now, he’s a vessel for something terrifying, and the only cure is carnage. Three years of isolation end when Sheila crashes into his life, running from a pack of predatory men.

He offers protection, but his methods are terrifying. Can she trust the wolf who just disemboweled her attackers? Or has she traded one nightmare for another?

This novella kicks off a series of feminine rage horror stories, blending the chilling suspense of the Twilight Zone with a primal scream of vengeance.