When a wolf leaves the pack, he lives only as long as he can kill by
himself quicker and surer than any pack he runs up against. Meet a man
beyond either forgiveness or vengeance. Meet the Man they call The Lone
Wolf. Better meet him now. The way he lives, he can't live much longer.
Now Calabrese the Kingpin was dead...Tamara was dead...and the world
faced him like a burnt-out fuse. But the war was not over - it could
never be over for Wulff. Calabrese's henchmen were after him, the taste
of bloody vendetta in their mouths, their guns aimed and poised to
shoot. So Wulff fled to his home turf, holed up in a filthy rooming
house on the upper West Side of New York, and began the battle against
two fronts - the dog soldiers of the Mob set on bringing his head home
as a bounty, and the drug-crazed junkies struggling to feed their
habits....