Moon of the Wolf' is this wild blend of gothic horror and detective noir that I stumbled upon during a late-night binge of obscure comics. It follows Sheriff Aaron Lupes, a small-town lawman who's investigating a series of brutal murders—only to realize the killer might be a werewolf. The twist? The suspect is a wealthy, respected figure in the community, which adds layers of class tension and moral ambiguity. The art’s moody as hell, all shadows and sharp angles, which perfectly suits the story’s eerie vibe.
What hooked me was how it subverts classic werewolf tropes. Instead of some cursed outsider, the monster’s hiding in plain sight, wrapped in privilege. It’s got that slow-burn dread, like 'The Wolf Man' meets 'True Detective.' I love how it explores guilt and duality, too—Lupes isn’t just chasing a beast; he’s wrestling with his own complicity in the town’s secrets. The ending’s bleak but satisfying, like a shot of bitter whiskey.