The fog that rolls into London carries more than cold breath and drifting shadows. It brings a stranger whose presence bends every room around him, whose hunger wraps itself around the city like a quiet possession. What the newspapers will call a foreign menace and what the hunters believe they understand is only the surface of something far older. The story the world thinks it knows has always been a mask; crafted to hide a truth that was never meant to be spoken.
For while the Count stalks the night with ancient hunger, another presence walks behind him, silent as tidewater, shaping the ending history never recorded. The hunters believe they’ve cornered a monster. They do not see the shadow guiding his every strike, the force that will not allow this legend to die, because the tale itself serves a greater design.
Enter the truth beneath the world’s most famous nightmare.