There Ain’t No Cure for the Winter Wolf Blues

Today’s forecast calls for flurries and frustration followed by a cold front of despair. 

Starting your daily commute in a snowy climate is frustrating enough. But imagine if your morning routine involves having to wake up outdoors bare naked in a huge snow drift after your night of running around on all fours and howling at the moon? Or how about trying to leverage your unique enhanced powers to help others only to be misunderstood and unappreciated at every turn? 

Michael Andrews, a smalltown Canadian who has migrated to living in the heart of Manhattan has enough trouble fitting in and getting on with his day. But his lycanthropic curse makes those bitter New York winters that much more unbearable.