Xavier Sinclair has ruled the lycanthropy world for five hundred years. He’s watched empires fall and rise, he’s watched people die. He’s watched mates find eachother over and over again while he stays alone. Some say it’s a curse, that his bloodline will end with him. Over the years he grew bitter, being alone will do that. So he turned to parties, drinking, killing without mercy, fucking anything in a skirt just to fill the void for an hour, a moment. Noctus academy is his. An academy for all wolves. He rules the school. He longs for a mate, for someone to share with.