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My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

I was born without a wolf. In a world where your wolf determines your strength and status, that made me worthless. At Blackfang Academy, I was the weakest student. My classmates beat me, my girlfriend betrayed me, and the Alpha who raised me refused to admit I was his son. Then they killed me. But death didn't end my story. It awakened something inside me. [LAST LYCAN SYSTEM ACTIVATED.] [Host compatibility: 100%.] [True bloodline detected.] [Identity: Noah Gray.] [Status: LAST LYCAN KING.] [Primary Objective: Destroy the Twelve responsible for your bloodline's extinction.] For the first time, I had power. But the System wouldn't give it to me for free. I had to defeat stronger wolves, survive deadly missions, recover ancient bloodline fragments, and unlock memories buried deep inside my mind. With every victory, I grew stronger. With every memory, my past became darker. My family wasn't destroyed because Lycans were monsters. They were destroyed because the Twelve Houses feared what my bloodline could become. Now I'm hunting them one by one. But the closer I get to the truth, the more disturbing things become. The System knows secrets even I don't remember. Someone has been controlling my missions. And the person who created the System may still be alive. Worse, the System was never designed simply to make me King. It was designed to stop the Lycan King. Including me. If I can't uncover the truth before my final transformation, I won't become the king who saves the supernatural world. I'll become the monster that destroys it.