Space Wolves - A Curse Unchecked: Many times did the agents of Tzeentch leave a trail of misdirection in the path of the Space Marines. By subterfuge and misdirection, the daemon known as the Changeling widened the cracks of mistrust that had appeared between the Space Wolves and their brother Astartes. The Great Wolf and his champions were embroiled in ceaseless war against the daemon hordes ripping their way into reality in the late 41st Millennium, and there were none to refute the claims made about the Space Wolves' fate. With the agents of Chaos walking the lands, even the legendary Grey Knights joined the fray, fighting alongside the Space Wolves to overcome the vilest of foes. The combination saw hundreds of daemons banished from reality, but the most foul of their works had already been wrought. Though the Space Wolves knew it not, the true enemy lurked within the Chapter.Those Space Wolves who fought alongside the Wulfen found the bestial side of their souls surge to the fore, driving them to ever more extreme acts of bloodshed. Some changed in body as well as mind, their forms altering to echo that of the lost brothers they had hoped to save. Soon there was evidence of extreme genetic deviance in every one of the companies of Fenris. Those who had called the reappearance of the Lost Company a curse were being proved right. Questions soured into conjecture, and suspicions hardened into conclusions. Astropathic choirs sang of secrets and lies. With great and sombre slowness, the judgement of the Adeptus Astartes was turned upon the Sons of Russ.The Great Companies returned to the Fenris System, the holds of their voidcraft echoing with the howls of the Wulfen. An armada of Imperial battleships was inbound upon the same coordinates. At the head of the fleet was The Rock, fortress-monastery of the Dark Angels. Soon after emerging from the Warp, that vast fragment of their lost homeworld hung in Fenris' orbit like a titanic sword dangling over the heads of the accused. The intent of the fleet's commanders was to arrest, interrogate, and -- if the fates were unkind -- make the Space Wolves pay for their deviance. Supreme Grand Master Azrael of the Dark Angels had initiated an Imperial Crusade capable of wiping out the Sons of Russ, should it come to that. Magnus the Red, watching from his forbidding tower in the Eye of Terror, found the echo of Prospero's ancient persecution most pleasing. His interlocking schemes were accelerating fast.As the prosecutors of the Emperor's will approached the Fenris System, the Great Companies found their homecoming far from glorious. Unbeknownst to them, the planets that orbited the star known as the Wolf's Eye had already been assailed by the daemonic and the traitorous. Valdrmani the Wolf Moon, home of the astropathic relay station Longhowl, gave a distress signal that no true hero could ignore. The ocean moon of Svellgard churned with daemon-spawn, its volcanic islands bastions of order amongst seas of utter mayhem. The main gun-fortress of the planet Frostheim, famous for its formidable defences and iron-hard ice, was assailed by warbands of the Alpha Legion, whose blood rituals were opening Warp rifts across that realm and beyond. Disaster was rife.