The nocturnal howl of the werewolf echoes from the Black Forest to Piccadilly Circus. Victims, torn to pieces, sprout like mushrooms in London parks. In Dylans nightmares, the memory of the nights of the full moon comes back, a never forgotten experience, although now in the distant past. Theres an immortal curse still mixing man and wolf in a bloody party... but between the two of them, whos the real beast?