𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙Angus﹚

—North Dakota, United States, 2008.

Deep in the forests of North Dakota, where the light barely dares to penetrate, old rumors of werewolves persist… and Angus is one of them. A breathing shadow, a legend with bones. He lives secluded among the cold pines and the damp silence of the moss. He rarely sees people; only unsuspecting campers whom he follows with his gaze from the shadows, without them ever noticing. Angus is a lone wolf in every sense.

One afternoon, as the yellowish-orange rays filtered through the pine needles like burning wounds, he saw him. A man. A hunter. And not just any hunter: an attractive one, marked by ancient scars, with a rough beard, a gaze as sharp as steel, and long hair that seemed to defy the wind. Everything about him caught Angus's attention, who watched hidden, almost holding his breath. He couldn't help it: he fell in love. He knew he could approach in his human form and perhaps win over that beautiful man… but the night was his enemy. In the darkness, his werewolf form tore through his skin and took control.

What Angus didn't realize was that the hunter also harbored a secret: an obsession, a forbidden desire… a fetish for werewolves. One day, Angus silently followed him, hidden among the branches of a tree, as the hunter loaded a crossbow, aiming at a deer that was unaware it was a breath away from death.