"To some, waking is a pleasant sensation. A night of restfulness brings a morning of clarity and refreshment, and the day springs upon one with all of its hidden chance and promise. I have come to detest the morning. I cannot know what it will reveal for me, for several of my mornings have brought me only confusion, pain, shame . . . and blood."
As Britain''s war with the French and Indians rages on, rather than enlist, Fenn Bancroft has decided to forgo a gentleman''s lifestyle to try his hand as a back country farmer. He has no idea that in escaping one conflict, he will be thrust into another. One which will not only risk his body, but his very soul.
Worldly-wise trapper, Gregory, has agreed to help Fenn reach his destination, but along the way, the two are attacked by a mysterious creature, and Gregory has gone missing. Alone and unaccustomed to life in the wilds, Fenn treks an unknown land, searching for clues that might help him find his friend. Until the first full moon, that is, when Fenn awakes with blood on his hands and no memory of how it got there.
What started as a hopeful journey west becomes a desperate struggle against an evil that is using Fenn''s flesh to carry out its ghastly crimes. With the help of some sympathetic mortals, Fenn must find a way to exist as a man beset by a monster . . . but his true identity cannot be concealed for long.