Those of you holding this book may already be familiar with it’s originating genre, Werewolf: The Apocalypse. You may already know the savage horror and the joyous exultation of Rage, the tragedy of a warrior-people who turned on their own, the one last hope that still burns as long as their hearts possess the will to fight. Those enduring the time before the Apocalypse knew the glory of a struggle against a god of Entropy and Corruption, the triumph of delivering just one small mortal soul, and knew the pain of a world and the beauty of a spirit.

But with Werewolf: The Enraged, the time of the Apocalypse has passed, the prophecies and visions given to the elders and shamans of the Nation fulfilled, but not in as literal a manner as they had thought. The world as the Garou have known it is over, the spiritual realm fractured and pieced back together in new and unforeseeable ways. The Prophecy of the Phoenix still lives on, however. The minions of the Wyrm still grow in numbers, and are growing more blatant in their fervor, taking up positions in most mortal societies and controlling the flock with a much heavier hand than they ever have before.

However, the Wyrm is not the only looming villain now. Known as the Mother of the Humans, the Weaver grows in power daily. With the schism in the spiritual realm, the controlling machine has taken advantage of the chaos, weaving it’s webs throughout society and influencing the growth of much of the technology throughout the world. As Her power increased, so did her obsessive need to control. This brought Her and her corps into the war, turning a decidedly one-sided war into a three-way battle of attrition, the Garou struggling to stay in the mix for the sake of Gaia and her waning spirit.