He was supposed to be nothing—a wolfless freak in a world where bloodline is everything. Torin grew up in the slums, spat on by Lord Garret, mocked by the heir Caleb, told his whole life he was a defect.
Then the Rogue wolves came. While armored warriors fell, Torin drove a rusted shortsword through the Rogue King's skull—and vanished into the smoke, leaving only a hooded silhouette.
To protect his mother and the girl he loves, Torin enters the Stone Keep trials. He lifts the heaviest obsidian boulder bare-handed—yet the rune pillar refuses to light. Garret unleashes his Alpha Dominion to crush him. Torin feels nothing but a breeze. Then the rusted sword in his hand explodes with golden light: the Great Bone Sword of the first Lycan King. At the Bloodstone, the first Lycan King descends and calls him "my son."
But the High Priest is already a puppet of the Rogues—and the pyre is already lit.
