PROLOGUE
The Forgotten Color
For a thousand years, the Lycan Kingdom had lived according to one simple truth:
Power determined destiny.
The wolves of the kingdom were born into different bloodlines, different houses, different social classes.
At the top stood the royal family of Lynex.
Below them stood the four great ducal houses.
And beneath the nobles were the commoners.
Every wolf knew where they belonged.
Every wolf knew what they could become.
But there was one legend that had almost disappeared from history.
A legend about a wolf who had once ruled all Lycans.
A being whose power surpassed that of every Alpha.
A being whose presence could make entire armies kneel.
The ancient texts called him only one thing:
The Supreme Alpha.
His power had been described as a color no ordinary wolf could possess.
Not black.
Not white.
Not red.
Not purple.
Not gold.
But every color at once.
Multicolor.
The Supreme Alpha had vanished more than a thousand years ago.
And with him disappeared the knowledge of his bloodline.
The kingdom eventually stopped believing.
The legend became a myth.
The myth became a children's story.
Until a commoner named Alan was born.
A boy with medium-long honey-blonde hair.
A boy with one light-blue eye and one amber eye.
A boy who possessed no noble name.
No famous family.
No known power.
But inside his blood slept something ancient.
Something that was waiting.
It would awaken on his twentieth birthday.
And when it did...
the kingdom would remember the forgotten color.
