There is a certain power to the moon. It is undeniable, and irresistable. It is the focus of songs, of tales, of gods and of men. And in these three whispered tales of dark secrets and hidden worlds, an ancient god, a fallen mortal, and a man born of the Wolves all share one thing in common: the ivory Moon herself.

No beast can be humane, and yet so many humans are so bestial. The black and white are gone; humanity is a shade of gray.

For decades they have clashed; the human hunter named Striper, and the ageless werewolf called Remus. One a wraith of hatred and pain; the other a phantasm of sorrow. But only one can possibly survive, because now an ancient evil has risen; an evil that holds in its cruel fingers both of their lives, and it could never let them go.

And the key to their survival is an enigmatic and beautiful cat-girl, who has only her own interests in mind.

My name is Valconod; Viktor; the Sixth Circle-Child. Once I was human, but that is a path which I can no longer travel.
Call us vampires; call us demons; call us what you wish, but we are what we are.
The Dark Circle.

This is my tale.