The Bone War

A werewolf who survived the Ice Age. A man from the age of Crusades. One carries the memory of extinction, the other the fire of belief. Together, they’ll uncover a war written in bone.

This is year 1200 AD. The snows hang heavy over the Baltic frontier, where the cold bites deeper than steel, and something ancient stirs beneath the frost. The Germans have come—missionaries, merchants, knights bearing the cross—intent on baptizing the last pagans and claiming their souls. Among them is Erhart von Rosen, a young knight of unwavering faith and haunted silence. But when a failed expedition into the unmapped forest leaves him the lone survivor, Erhart returns not with victory—but with questions. Of the beast in the skin of a man. Of the altar made of bone. Of the green-eyed figure who walked away from death—and spared him.

In a fortress-city not yet called Riga, Erhart begins to fracture. The prayers no longer feel like truth. The saints no longer speak. And in the forbidden texts of the old faith, he finds a name: Tarn—a memory made flesh, the last of a people bred to endure the Ice Age, their legacy buried under ash and time.

As the first drums of the Northern Crusade begin to sound, two paths intertwine:
One shaped by belief.
The other by blood.

Together, they will uncover a war older than nations.

A war etched in the marrow of the earth.

A war written in bone.