In medieval England, the villagers of Edwinstowe live by old rules: stay out of Sherwood after dusk, travel in numbers, and never follow strange silence beneath the trees. When livestock begins vanishing from latched pens and men start disappearing without a trace, the village is forced to admit what they’ve avoided naming for years—something in Sherwood isn’t a wolf, and it isn’t a man. As torches fail, traps are tested, and the forest itself seems to shift against them, a hunting party pushes into the heart of the woods to challenge the thing that has claimed it. What they find explains why Sherwood’s fear outlived kings, laws, and time itself.