Howlergoon — Laurence Knighton

When cold wind blows out of Narmly Woods on its way to meet the muddy waters of eerie Perchmire Swamp, don't go near Bloodbridge, sunup or sundown. That's when unearthly screams of red-faced howlergoons turn dark hair snowy white.

“They haunt, they hunt, they'll steal your soul!”

Gwendyl has heard all the worrisome tales, but never imagined she would come face to face with her worst fears.