In the pouring rain, a wanderer with ash-blonde hair, rumpled clothing and tired eyes, finds refuge in a roadside inn. He is welcomed by a complacent woman with stubby hands burdened with crazy gold rings. The lugubrious howl of a wolf triggers Stefan’s memories, this is the name of the man, who begins to tell a mysterious story. During the reign of Louis XV, in the Gévaudan region in France, a monstrous creature wandered through the woods and meadows attacking women and children who took the cows to the mountain pastures. There was talk of a bloodthirsty animal, a demon out of hell or even a divine scourge that the pastors of the mountain parishes had already threatened for some time, but no one ever really knew who or what it was.