An abandoned forest vacation resort should have been heaven for any creature like Ishmael. Isolated from civilization, up to now removed from human eye, Ishmael could have reveled in his true nature without threat of discovery.

But he had been abducted, drugged and marooned presently there without a word, sent into exile from the cryptic Wyrd Council. And he’s not alone.

Within this unholy quarantine, Ishmael is merely another mouth area to feed.

And he’s no longer the apex predator.