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LOS LOBISOMES: Mexican Werewolves Hunt
A Horror Tale by Allison Woods
WHEN THE BLOOD MOON RISES, THE MONSTERS RETURN ? STARVING, RELENTLESS, AND WRITTEN IN BLOOD.
In the scorched silence of the borderlands, where memory clings like dust and old sins sleep beneath dry earth, something ancient begins to stir.
Ben Whitaker didn?t come to the desert to be a hero. He came to disappear?to lose himself in the rhythm of fence lines and goats, in heat and quiet. But when mutilated animals start appearing on his land, ripped open and emptied by something he can?t explain, he realizes peace is no longer an option.
Then come the Corderos.
A Mexican family with eyes full of warning and mouths shaped by old prayers. They hang red ribbons in the trees like fragile wards.
Because maybe they know something.
Because when the wind dies, strange shadows move between the fence posts. And from deep in the desert, a howl rises?long, mournful, and cold enough to rattle the bones.
Los Lobisomes.
Not werewolves as we?ve imagined them?not the silver-screen beasts of fur and moonlight?but something far more terrifying. Blood-born monsters passed down through generations. Forged in pain. Fueled by legacy. And they always begin the same way:
With the third-born son.
Now the blood moon is rising?bloated and red over the desert horizon?and with it comes the sound of claws on rooftops, the flicker of wild eyes in the brush, the scent of something hunting.
Something is spreading.
Teeth. Hunger. Obedience.
As legend devours the town?s last shreds of hope, the sheriff averts his eyes and the red ribbons come undone. And now Ben?broken by grief, frantic with guilt?must confront the unthinkable:
Can he halt the gathering horror barreling toward him?a primal, soul?freezing dread crowned with jagged fangs, ravenous to rend him limb from limb?
In LOS LOBISOMES: Mexican Werewolves Hunt, Allison Woods reimagines the werewolf myth through the lens of Mexican folklore, colonial trauma, and inherited violence. With slow-burning dread and searing prose, this is a tale where monsters don?t arrive from the forest?
They?re born inside the village.
They remember.
And they return.
If you?ve ever felt something watching you in the dark…
If you?ve ever feared the full moon without knowing why…
Then tie the red ribbon.
And don?t look away from the shadows.
Because in LOS LOBISOMES?
You don?t run from the monster.
You run from the pack.
