Our story begins with Wulver who is a wolf? A man? Nobody knew. He stood like a man yet looked like a wolf. Some say he was a man who became a wolf. Others believe he was a wolf who became a man. Many thought him nonsense. "An old wives' tale what he is," they would chime, scoffing to themselves. "Nothing but to fancy little children."

If you asked Wulver about those who thought him but a tale, he would grin and say, "Let it be so that ol' Wulver remains a tale. A tale in which Wulver is never found out, and he remains in his quiet island, fishing and enjoying walks in the woods till the rest of his life."

But Wulver's tale was about to change. For from the sea, trouble was swimming in to his cozy, little island.