In the shadow of the colonial frontier, something older than scripture waits.

Threnna is the Horned Mother of the Blackwood—an ancient forest spirit whispered of in sermons and feared by those who dare not stray beyond the palisade. Where settlers see witchcraft and sin, she offers shelter, warmth, and rites far older than the trials that condemn them. Patient, maternal, and quietly dominant, Threnna does not hunt—she keeps. Those who wander into her care may find comfort, protection, and a bond that the outside world would call heresy.

Step into a world of superstition, ritual, and forbidden tenderness, where the forest remembers every name—and Threnna decides which ones are worth keeping.