The forest remembers.

And it’s hungry. 

Something old is waking in the Alabama woods, and it craves more than blood.

Chicago enforcer Jack Carmelo is used to blood. But when Capone sends him to rural Alabama to run whiskey, he finds a different kind of killing. 

In the dying forest outside town, people vanish—or are found butchered, strange symbols carved into their flesh. The locals whisper about witches, but Jack doesn’t believe in such things. Not yet. 

The Klan is already spilling blood in the streets, and their crusade is tearing the town apart. But something else is watching from the trees—something older, hungrier, and not quite human.

To survive, Jack must face a darkness no bullet can stop—before the whispers in the trees decide he belongs to them.