Wesley Bone was a salesman of anything available. His friends say he can sell ice cream to an Eskimo. But this story isn't about selling. Bone, as they call him was traveling his normal routine of contacts when he swerved to miss a giant dog in the middle of the highway. After a nerve wrecking moment of setting in his van on the side of the road he finally realized that he had hit the dog and it was on the side of the road and maybe in pain. He got out of his vehicle and attempted to check on the dog. After a while trying to find out who the dog belonged to he was ready for a good nights sleep. A manor on the clifts of the Atlantic Ocean looked inviting so he pulls in the drive and at that time all he could think of was sleep. He was wrong, Werewolves invaded his life and things were driferent after that.