During a time of praying to the goddess The Canadian Deadman feeling the cold touch of death as his blood spilled into the earth. Cold and then Dark as his heart beats for the final time. His killers dumped him into the cemetary and buried him. Days later it began to fog over the cemetary like a blanket of comfort. Out of the sky lightning struck the grave of The Canadian Deadman many times. His hand riches out of the grave then pulling himself out of his grave. He was no longer dead nor was he alive. His white eyes peering at his surroundings. With a grin he clenched his fists as chainlightning traces the surface of his body. He morphs into a large Black Timberwolf with glowing green eyes and darts into the night. Forever will he be his loved ones guardian. Forever he will be their Lethal Protector
