My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Tonight, there was no wind in the Northern lands. Across the vast gray stone square stretching to the horizon, thousands of figures clad in black cloaks had been kneeling for a long time before the grand courtyard of a majestic palace. Rows upon rows stretched endlessly, heads bowed to the ground, not a single soul daring to make a sound. Only the sound of footsteps echoed steadily, each beat soft, yet enough to shake hearts. Zeyan Wang walked past them like a living shadow, slow and calm. His long cloak trailed behind him, forming a silent black streak. Tall and straight, his presence radiated an icy air under the moonlight. He did not need to show anger, his aura alone was enough to leave people breathless. With every step he took, the surrounding air seemed to still even more. No one dared to look up. No one needed to confirm who had stepped onto the stone dais, because from the moment he arrived, the blood seals on their necks tightened, forcing them to submit. They were all used to bloodline suppression. But never, never before, had the feeling of submission been so absolute. “Congratulations to Boss Silverfang on your return.” The first vow came from an Elder, his voice trembling. “Congratulations to Boss Silverfang on completing your awakening.” The second followed, from the Elders in the Eastern line. “Congratulations to Boss Silverfang on commanding the Northern Territory!” Each voice, each beat, rolled through the grand hall like waves. Thousands shouted in unison. No one prompted, no one dared fall out of sync. Because they all knew, this was no mere ceremony. This was the return of one who had once been cast out by the pack, now returning with the strongest bloodline, the highest title, and power none could resist. Zeyan said nothing. He stood beneath the silver light pouring straight down from the heavens, his face cold and expressionless. His fingers lightly touched the stone dais that once belonged to the former Alphas werewolf, cold as white bone, yet now the life and death of this entire land lay in his hands. “Boss.” suddenly a cautious voice broke the solemn air from behind. Lucas, the vice commander of the operations unit, approached swiftly, lowered his head, and handed over a communication device. “There’s an emergency call. We intercepted it from the start, but... the caller seems to know you well and is desperately pleading.” Zeyan tilted his head slightly. His eyes swept toward the digital screen, still flickering. A string of numbers flashed, repeating three times, as if to make sure he wouldn’t miss it. That number, he had deleted five years ago. ...Elena Ashbourne. They had loved each other, against all odds. But in the end, he was the one who let go first. No farewell, no explanation, just a cold, ruthless message, as if to sever every lingering tie between them. Back then, Zeyan was a wolf without a Pack, without a clear bloodline, without a name. A “Rogue” of the lower races. An exile. If she followed him, she would be torn from the only light in which an Omega could survive. He understood that better than anyone. And so he left, as the only way left to protect her. Zeyan looked away from the screen: “Play the recording.” Lucas hesitated for a beat, then activated the device. A shattered voice rang out: “…Please… please… save the child! Please save our daughter, I’m begging you…!” A high-pitched scream cut in, a child’s voice crying out: “Mommy! Mommy, don’t go! I’m scared…!” “Take her blood. Hurry!” “NO! Don’t touch her, I’m begging you…!” The signal cut off. Zeyan stood motionless for a long time, his gaze revealing no clear emotion. But both Lucas and the nearby werewolves could feel the air pressure around him gradually intensifying. He had a daughter? Was that even believable? Whether the child was real or not, his wife certainly was. “Pinpoint the location.” “We’ve tracked the last signal to a research facility in the southern outskirts, an unregistered border zone. Likely an illegal testing site run by an anti-variant human faction.” Zeyan said nothing. Lucas shivered slightly. He knew full well, Boss Silverfang was never quick to anger. But if someone truly dared lay a hand on his bloodline... … At the southern research facility, a cold white ceiling light shone directly onto a metal table, where a girl of about four was strapped down with leather restraints and bio-conduction tubes. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she no longer screamed, her throat was hoarse from hours of crying. “Careful with the dosage. Pure variant blood reacts easily.” A man in a white coat, wearing an emotionless mask, gave a signal. The technician beside him nodded and inserted the IV needle directly into the girl’s vein. “It hurts... Mommy... Mommy...” the girl sobbed, but no longer had the strength to struggle. Behind the one-way glass, Elena’s eyes were filled with anguish as she watched every drop of blood drained from her daughter. “Please... not like this... she’s just a child... I beg you all…” A heavy blow struck Elena across the face, throwing her to the ground. “Shut up. You should be grateful she’s not dead yet.” “You bastards... I’ll sign the stock transfer contract… please…!” Elena said. “The one who made promises to you wasn’t us. Now shut your mouth.” Elena was dragged to her feet, struck down again, then forced to watch her daughter, over and over, as if to shatter her will. Each time her gaze met her daughter’s paler skin, it made her want to scream until her voice broke. Meanwhile, in the adjacent lab, test tubes containing blood glowed a strange dark red. That blood, the one they labeled “unidentified high-tier pure variant”, was the reason all this had begun. A crackling sound came from the electronic collar locked around the child’s neck. The cold metal chains stretched her frail limbs, forcing her in the freezing room. A drop of fresh blood dripped onto the white tiles, staining the tiny, trembling shadow that looked about to shatter. Elena screamed from behind the glass, her hand slamming against the bulletproof barrier, nails cracking and bleeding, her voice ragged and breaking: “Stop! I beg you, please don’t touch her anymore…”