Where The Pines Begin

The Wendigo has haunted these mountains since long before humans ever set foot on them. If you've never crossed its path, count yourself lucky. It takes perverse pleasure in toying with its prey, savoring terror almost as much as the warm flesh it craves. Its hunger is endless-an all-consuming void that hollows the mind until nothing remains but instinct and blood lust.

For centuries, people have avoided these mountains. Native tribes warned of them as far back as the 1600s, and for good reason. What survives now are rumors and half-truths, stories twisted by time. But no tale ever did the Wendigo justice.
That isolation ends the night a group of prisoners decides life behind bars isn't for them. Their desperate bid for freedom drives them deep into a vast mountain wilderness-a landscape so dense and unforgiving it feels like the perfect place to disappear.

They were wrong... dead wrong.

Hunted in the dark, the escapees realize-far too late-that they are no longer the monsters of this story. They are prey. Something ancient and starving moves through the trees, everywhere and nowhere at once, watching... waiting.
When Officer Bartlett and his K9 partner, Joker, answer the call, they're pulled headfirst into the prisoners' fatal mistake. What follows is a relentless descent into terror, where survival is uncertain-and not everything hunting in the dark is human.

This night in the mountains won't end quietly.

Something has been waiting a long time to feed.