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For centuries, vampires have ruled from the shadows. They are patient. Calculating. Eternal. The wolves, divided by instinct and pride, have survived in fractured packs—powerful, but disorganised. An uneasy silence has held between them. Until something ancient begins to stir. When dormant bloodlines awaken and forces long buried beneath history begin to move, the fragile balance collapses. Predators who once hunted in secret are drawn into open conflict. Old rivalries reignite. New powers emerge. And neither side fully understands what they have unleashed.

Brutal. Elegant. Eternal. When a string of gruesome modern-day murders sparks chilling echoes of the Whitechapel killings of 1888, profiler Jonah Merrin begins to see a pattern far older—and far darker—than anyone suspects.

London, 1934. Fog curls through narrow cobblestone streets. Gas lamps flicker against the mist. And somewhere between shadow and silence, a man walks with a blood-stained handkerchief pressed to his lips. He is not hunting. He is hiding. For decades he believed immortality was power. He believed eternity was freedom. He believed death was something meant for lesser beings.

At a secret auction for the strange and forbidden, eccentric collector Edgar Malrick wins a grisly prize — a shriveled human hand preserved in a glowing jar.

Three strangers. Three encounters. Three truths that cannot be unseen. In this haunting anthology from Steven M. Cowan, ordinary lives cross the threshold into something older, darker… and far more patient than they ever imagined. In It Was on My Face, a man awakens from a nightmare only to discover that the terror stalking him may not belong to the living world at all. In The Village in the Fog, a traveller takes refuge in a forgotten settlement swallowed by mist—where hunger has waited far longer than he has.

They saw a man running through the woods in a cheap werewolf mask… and they laughed. He wasn’t hunting anyone. He wasn’t hurting anyone. He only wanted to escape the world that mocked him. But when the town discovered him, they turned him into entertainment. They filmed him. They humiliated him. They destroyed his refuge. And when you push a man long enough… eventually he stops running.