"They don’t hunt alone. And they’re already among us."
Werewolves (2024) is a brutal, stylish, and blood-soaked reinvention of lycanthropy — not as curse, but as contagion, creed, and craving. It's not just about fangs and fur — it’s about power, rage, and what we become when the rules are stripped away.
Set in a small mountain town during an unforgiving winter, the story begins with a series of grisly killings — bodies torn, hearts missing, no prints in the snow. Sheriff Mara Voss (Riley Keough), a grieving mother with a violent past, suspects something ancient has returned. Locals blame wolves. But one man, Elias Grey (Joe Keery), a drifter with golden eyes and too many secrets, knows better: it’s not wolves. It’s them.
As the death toll rises and paranoia spreads like wildfire, a darker truth emerges — the werewolves are no longer hiding. They're evolving. Organizing. And in this town, some have already turned. What’s worse, it isn’t just about the moon anymore. The transformation comes when you want it… when you need it.
Mara must choose: uphold the law — or break it to survive. The people she swore to protect may already be gone. In their place? Predators in flannel, smiling wide.
Werewolves is horror meets neo-noir — with bone-cracking violence, primal seduction, and a haunting sense that the real beast was always inside us. The moon is rising. And this time, the pack has a plan.
