Once known as Lupercalia, instead of sweets and flowers given to your mate, it was once tradition to present a goat for The Feast. These Goats were worshipped by the Brotherhood of Wolves and its Priestesses before sacrificed to their worshipped gods. But what happens after the flesh is consumed, the lights die, and festivities fade? Bleating from the depths of dark alleyways, the bottom of wells, and catacombs starts to swell. Locals know not to go looking, to ignore the bleating, to hold their breaths when the sound of hooves hits pavement, and turn the other way when those glowing goat eyes stare at you from the darkness. Not all sacrifices are accepted by the Gods, those rejected gain another chance at life, a chance for revenge.