Long ago legends foretold of the birth of a white lycan on the day the moon turns black, whom will restore peace between the age long arch enemies; Lycans and Werewolves in Kosmos- a dystopian world.

3000 years and the wait is still on, the hatred between the tribes red as blood and thicker than darkness.

For 3000 years it has been the same old story, war after war. Blue Blood Pack (Werewolves) are out for blood and the Winter Pack (Lycans) are out for lives. 

What's taking the white lycan so long? The winter pack are devising a plan to exterminate the blue blood pack from Kosmos. 

But there's always that one part of a legend that everyone skips or ignores and in Kosmos it has to be the part that the white lycan MUST die.

There can't be a happy ending.