Survival Island (reality show)

Sebastian is ex military, special forces and trained in survival. The best part of the thing, he’s also a werewolf. His heightened senses make him a one of a kind killing machine. 1,80m tall, blond and blue eyes, body sculpted like a Greek god, a wet dream of any waitress he ever came in contact with. The problem occurred on his last tour in Afghanistan, his wolf is fed up with killing. The constant missions and thrill are not interesting anymore. The same old desert and stones have lost the appeal, the wolf wants out. So he is out. Out of the life he knew for the last 15 years. His little retreat cabin by the lake, the only address he’s got.  His family and pack members leave him alone for the most part, he more than earned his reputation for shoot first, ask later. There is the occasional call from his mother asking if he needs something and that’s it. Peace and quiet on the opposite side of the lake. Green, lush forest for as far as his eyes can see and the tranquility of the lake in front of him. Until that weird morning on Friday, 13th when he pulls a letter from his mailbox. The mailbox that is supposed to be empty, because he never gets any mail. No newspapers, no commercials, no bills, no nothing. Now there is a letter in a strange brown envelope and no sender. Shrugging, he lets it sit on the table and takes his fishing gear, lunch wont catch itself. In the evening, the envelope catches his interest again and he opens it to find an invitation to a game. A reality TV show kind of a game. Some sort of a survival island mixed with an obstacle course. It sounds intriguing and mildly interesting. He was always up for a few days alone in the wilderness and he’s got nothing to do. Not to mention the main prize for the winner is a million dollars. He could finally buy that house he’s dreaming of and the fancy ice cream shop that Lorry wants to have. ‘What do you say, wolf? Shall we do this?’ Sebastian asks his wolf. ‘It’s a game. Why not?’ The wolf smirks.