Karyn and her husband Roy had come to the peaceful California village of Drago to escape the savagery of the city. On the surface Drago appeared to be like most small rural towns.

But it was not.

The village had a most unsavory history. Unexplained disappearances, sudden deaths.

People just vanished, never to be found.

For Karyn it was the howling.

The howling that had heralded the nightmare in Drago… the nightmare that had joined her husband Roy to the she-wolf Marcia and should have ended forever with the fire.

But it hadn’t.

Roy and Marcia were still alive, and deadly…

And thirsty for the most horrifying vengeance imaginable…

They are man. And they are beast.

Once again they stalk the night, eyes aflame, teeth flashing in vengeance.

Malcolm is the young one. He must choose between the familiar way of the human and the seductive howling of the wolf. Those who share his blood want to make him one of them.

Those who fear him want him dead.

Only one woman and one man want to help him.

Even though they can't believe their ears. Or their eyes.

Never had he seen anything like what was happening to Hank Stransky. Red blotches formed on the skin across his face. They darkened into shiny pustules — which broke like ripe boils, discharging a gooey liquid. Hank jumped up from the barstool and span completely around like a man in some mad dance…

First a workman goes crazy in a public bar with a broken bottle… A taxi-driver murderously slams his cab into a crowd of pedestrians… A newly-wed bride slaughters her husband in a restaurant and plunges through a plate-glass window.

Three strange, violent deaths, three different cities, and all on the same day.

But these are only the first of thousands…

For something has gone terrible, horribly wrong.