Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

The town of Crystal Valley, which is on the outskirts of west London, is notorious for its cloudiness, which prevents you from having a clear view of the sky in the mornings. However, perhaps that is precisely why we love this place.

There is more mystery surrounding this place than we commoners are aware of, but we are powerless to act. You can't move around this small town without someone asking you how you're doing and what you're up to. Because of how small it is, everyone tries to pry into your affairs to find out what's going on. Despite how frustrating it is, we all eventually get the hang of it.

The town is also known for its abundance of forestry and natural resources. It is said that most wealthy men in the world would purchase their diamonds, gold, and crystals here; after all, the name speaks for itself. Another issue is that strange things keep happening to this town, and it's not just random things. People disappear for no specific reasons, and the sheriffs, well, they have nothing to say to us. There are also these strong families that maintain the town's stability; without their consent, no man is allowed to participate in the affairs of the town.

There are the Lordsons, who are regarded as the masters of high craftsmanship, the Bowers, The Bowers, who presently possess the status for exports and exchange, Riverline, who are the top makers of excellent wines and are well-known worldwide, and the Eastlanders, whose specific activities are unknown and with whom no one interacts as a result. The Rains, the final and most powerful family, essentially feed the town because they are partly royal. Crystal Valley is ruled by these five families.

You may be asking who I am; I am just a regular citizen of this noble town, obviously the storyteller.

The door is knocked repeatedly,

"Peter, Peter, you better get out of bed before I come in and knock some sense into your head, and stop with this stupid chat with yourself, and go to school, you are in your second year, you are finally a senior come on you don't want to be late; breakfast is downstairs hurry! a woman yelled. "Mother, please stop yelling, I can hear you without you screaming my name out. For the love of God, will this woman let me be? Ok, guys, that's all for now, see you soon.

"Who am I kidding, they're just some damn toys. I can't believe I've been talking to myself for how many years now" I sighed and dragged my ass downstairs. I have no friends, literally no one to call, and I'm in my senior year without any friends.

Peter, what's going on?" my mum yelled. "What is keeping you, Breakfast is ready, don't make me climb the stairs boy," my mother called out again. "I'm coming, you don't have to yell, I was already dressed for school Mum" I replied.

"I don't know what to do with you, come here," she said to me while my dad was sitting right in front of us. Father is the quiet one in the family. Allow me to introduce them and meet the one and only Mrs. Pepperman. She is a wonderful cook, and everyone in this town loves her cooking and she runs a small restaurant across the streets.