The Prologue
Prologue
The Legend of the Four Thrones
Long before kingdoms were built and before the first Alpha claimed a throne, the world belonged to the Moon.
From her divine light, she created the Wolves and blessed them with four sacred ranks.
Alpha.
The rulers born to lead with strength and courage.
Beta.
The loyal guardians whose wisdom and unwavering hearts held every pack together.
Omega.
The healers and peacemakers, gifted with compassion and the power to restore hope even in the darkest times.
Together they formed the balance of every pack.
Yet, as centuries passed, pride poisoned the hearts of wolves.
The strong began to worship power.
The weak were forgotten.
The sacred purpose of every rank was replaced by greed, fear, and ambition.
Many believed the Alpha was destined to stand above all others.
They were wrong.
For beyond every Alpha...
Beyond every Beta...
Beyond every Omega...
There existed another bloodline.
A race so ancient that even the oldest legends dared not speak its true name.
The Lycans.
The first children of the Moon.
They were larger than wolves, stronger than Alphas, and possessed souls untouched by corruption.
No Alpha could command a Lycan.
No pack could conquer one.
Above every Lycan stood only one ruler.
The Lycan King.
He was the guardian of balance, the protector of every race, and the keeper of the ancient laws written before time itself.
His authority was absolute.
Even the proudest Alpha bowed before the Lycan throne.
For thousands of years, peace endured.
Until darkness sought to consume the world.
A great war erupted between light and shadow.
Kingdoms fell.
Blood stained the earth.
Even the mighty Lycans could not end the endless conflict.
When all hope seemed lost...
The Moon revealed her greatest secret.
From the heart of the stars descended a being unlike any the world had ever known.
Neither wolf...
Nor Lycan...
Nor witch...
Nor vampire...
A soul born from the Moon’s own essence.
She was called...
The Enigma.
The beginning and the end.
The light within darkness.
The answer to every forgotten prophecy.
It was said that the Enigma carried power beyond imagination.
She could calm the rage of Alphas with a single glance.
She could command the respect of Lycans without speaking a word.
She could heal what could never be healed.
She could destroy what could never be defeated.
Even the Moon herself watched over the Enigma with reverence.
Not because the Enigma was her servant...
But because she was the Moon’s greatest masterpiece.
The Lycan King did not kneel before kings.
He did not kneel before queens.
He did not kneel before gods.
But legend whispered that if the Enigma ever walked the earth again...
Even the mighty King of the Lycans would lower his head—not out of fear, but out of loyalty, respect, and unwavering devotion.
Yet power always attracts envy.
The enemies of the Moon feared the Enigma’s existence.
To protect her, the ancient guardians concealed her bloodline.
Her name vanished from history.
Her descendants disappeared into legend.
The world forgot she had ever existed.
Generations passed.
The Alphas mocked the weak.
The Betas bore burdens in silence.
The Omegas suffered beneath traditions that had lost their true meaning.
The Lycans withdrew into the shadows, waiting for a sign that the ancient prophecy would awaken once more.
They did not know...
The Enigma had already returned.
Not as a queen.
Not as a warrior.
Not as a goddess.
But as a child...
A child the world would mistake for the weakest of all.
An abandoned Omega.
