
He was once the Silvermoon clan’s most shameful outcast—a "wolf-less" reject discarded like trash into the blizzard-swept wilderness by his own father on the night of his birth. Twenty years later, Tristan lived incognito as a lowly butcher; yet, beneath his scentless exterior lay the true identity of the world’s deadliest mercenary leader—and a fortune vast enough to freeze the trust funds of rival corporate empires overnight. When the arrogant Blackwood family attempted to swallow his ancestral clan—and went so far as to humiliate his mother, who had spent two decades searching for him, by treating her like a trophy in a gladiatorial arena—this "Progenitor Lycan," long concealed amidst the bloodshed, finally bared his golden fangs.