There was nothing extraordinary about Amanda Burrage's life. Working in a library by day and helping out at a homeless shelter a few evenings a week was a lonely existence, but within a few hours, it was going to be an existence that would be lost to her forever . Her life was about to be turned upside down, as she would find herself walking into a storm that would open her mind to a world which belonged on the pages of books and and bad horror movies. She was also about to discover that she was part of a group called The Hidden Thrust into a world of horror and the supernatural, where figures that should have belonged in the world of fantasy and the paranormal, had appeared, to take her in order manipulate the gifts that she possessed for their own ends. Gifts, that she had been completely unaware of. The jackels from The Faction had come first, and they would have claimed her if it hadn't been for the appearance of Fenris Lyall, a tall, silent, and mysterious stranger. This giant of a man had stopped her from being taken by the shifters. It was only later that she was to discover that Fenris was a Lycan, or werewolf as she called him. However what she didn't know was that Fenris was not just an ordinary werewolf. He had no pack, but was a lone alpha, who had kept himself hidden for centuries. The Faction were unaware of his existence, but if they discovered that there was a werewolf such as Fenris walking this world, they would turn their vast resources towards ending his existence. There are werewolves, and there is Fenris Lyall. A being who stands far above his own kind. A being who's ruthlessness and savagery knows few bounds. A being who has revelled in death as far back as he can remember. A being who is now in conflict with himself as he starts realizing, much to his dismay, that he his beginning to see the birth of a conscience