Tenth Moon-Knight of the New London Wastelands Gregory Tenant awoke all in a start. The nightly visions had returned. Once more he had dreamed that he was the Wulven beast, once again bounding down upon some poor, panicked victim—again feeding on fresh human flesh. Not sure yet was he that he was not that Wulf himself, for he had heard rumours of strange kills coming out of the core that eerily matched his nightly visions. But whether the Wulf were his own nightmarish spawn, or another entity entirely, it had become his mission in life to hunt the beast and slay it–even if that meant that he must in grim fact so slay himself—even if that heralded his ultimate undoing by a wild shadow known only as Crucible.