Man’s quest for genetic perfection has led to the creation of new subspecies. Wolfen were the pinnacle of scientific achievement, redefining the limits of what it means to be human. Their counterparts, in turn, grew into the ultimate predators. Incapable of higher thought, converts were unstoppable in their need to breed and devour, and when they escaped, they brought the world to its knees.
In the game of survival, Wolfen were created to be champions. No longer. The enemy keeps evolving, rendering old tactics ineffective, and the only rule left is to endure at any cost.
Alianne is an avid lover of stories of all kinds. Having grown up with fairy tales in a place where it almost seemed they were real, it was no surprise when she began making up her own stories. She loves books, music, hiking, and archery, and won’t shy away from travel and zip lining. Alianne graduated with a business degree and when she’s not off in the land of fantasy, she lives in California.
Have you ever met a person and instantly wanted to high five them in the face with a chair? That's what writing Dare was like. Of all the characters in Wolfen, I hated Dare the most. The monsters were slaves to their nature, Klaus, even at his worst, had a sort of malevolent nobility about him which demanded respect. Dare has none of that. He's gutter scum, plain and simple.
“Tripod,” Dare taunted. “Whatcha doin’, Tripod? You got yourself a boo-boo, Tripod? How ‘bout you move that bony ass a little faster, huh? Chop, chop, let’s go!”