A Louisiana preacher abandons his family and follows the promise of California, convinced cash flow equals salvation. Opportunity waits. So does something older, quieter, and far more patient.

She comes dressed as a beautiful woman, moving like silk, speaking like certainty. Evil never announces itself. It seduces.

As devotion collapses into obedience, money rewrites morality. In another corner of the city, a Black man stumbles upon a white woman injured and dying in the dark. The moment offers no innocence, only consequences.

The wolf claws from within.
Instinct demands blood.
Survival demands flight.

Set against the long shadow of the Black Dahlia era, this episode explores hunger, temptation, and the cost of being seen, where mercy can kill and running might be the only freedom left.

Will the beast save him, or will he run for his life?

Los Angeles, 1850 — a city dressed in velvet shadows, where every street whispers secrets and every corner hides a sin. Dahabu, our African werewolf, drives his black taxi through the midnight fog, carrying ghosts no passenger can see, hunted by a hunger he cannot silence. Across town, Slink builds her throne of silk and smoke, her laughter as sharp as the knife she keeps hidden.

What happens when the hunter doesn’t know another predator stalks the same streets? When shadows cross paths with velvet, who will rule the night — and who will be consumed by it? The city is watching. The city is waiting. And destiny has already set the stage.

The First African Werewolf slips deeper into Los Angeles nights.
Dahabu drives the city’s underbelly, his cab filling with confessions, ghosts, and the fragments of a past stolen by Slink’s spell. A starlet’s hollow smile, a priest haunted by the boy he betrayed—every ride sharpens the beast inside him.

Across town, Slink rules her nightclub like a queen on a velvet throne. Smoke, jazz, and sin curl around her as she laughs, watching Dahabu’s every move. She knows he’s more than a driver. He’s her echo. Her balance sheet settling itself.

Together, they haunt the city: one with fangs, the other with silk and poison. And neither is finished.