Step into the frostbitten winter of 1913, where the Bronx lay shrouded in a mist so cold it seeped into the bones of every respectable home. Near the dark tree line of Mosholu Parkway, something waited. Witnesses spoke in trembling voices of a werewolf-like creature prowling the night, and more astonishing still, it emitted a soft, ghostly glow. Most dismissed it as rumor—until one late December night, when the beast left the shadows and stalked the sleepy streets. The Kingsbridge Police station was flooded with frantic calls, each report more bizarre and terrified than the last. What stepped into that bitter darkness, and why did it shine? A chilling true-history mystery awaits.