When a parent is very angry...

-You are not my father! Her voice was heated. More than anger, fear enveloped her in front of this man. She hadn't been raised with sorcerers. She had been taught from a young age to fear them like any wolf.

James' attempt to get closer to his daughter made him curse angrily. It was absurd! Her eyes widened. The girl reacted to him like any wolf pup to enemies. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Adam.

-Wolves! Despicable species without a doubt! You think you are superior. They say they respect traditions! - He roared. - They're not better than us. See my daughter! She doesn't even know me as the father and she reacts like one of your goddamn puppies.

Kassuim didn't face him as he took cover behind Adam. She didn't want to stay there. She didn't want to look around. He was beginning to become aware that she was one of them even though she was not raised among sorcerers. Adam began to notice the very bland significant detail.

James' contempt was evident. Adam was also aware of the dire situation. The girl would allow herself to be taken away by her furious father. But even as a sorceress, she feared her people.

-Well, then we should all calm down, shouldn't we? – the boy suggested in an attempt to circumvent an even greater disaster.

The sorcerer's frustration and anger were almost palpable. He wanted the daughter. He was just the natural. His contempt could not be questioned. He had every right to that! Morgan wouldn't like to know! God!

"And you, wolf, who would you be?" James crossed his arms, his eyes indifferent.

-I'm Adam Morgan. - the boy sighed. The answer came with pride. - I must add your daughter's brother-in-law.

The sorcerer's silver eyes seemed to emit electrical discharges. He shouldn't have mentioned the damn detail. The girl cowered behind him.

-Kassandra Macgrover! James looked shocked. "This…this wolf, does he have the gall to tell me you're married?" But with whom, by the magic of our ancestors?

Kassuim tried to face him, but her gaze fell furiously on Adam before swallowing hard. Damn it! James looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown! Lord, everything was so confusing! He was beginning to wonder who would be more furious. Will or James?

Richard Morgan! – Adam replied annoyed.

Kassuim groaned softly. He could feel the electrical charge surrounding the sorcerer shooting sparks before the window glass shattered in his fury.

"Eh... are you married to a damn wolf?" James spoke with great difficulty as he rubbed his forehead in total astonishment.

-Why, he's the alpha of the pack. – Adam defended his brother thinking that maybe this way he could improve the confusion.

-She is a princess! Look at her! – the revolt of the old man seemed to explain everything. - Your brother is a barbarian! See my daughter! Clothes... clothes...

Kassuim was sure he was burning with veiled anger at this man. Did he expect her to wear dresses? He had been raised on a ship! The man's face showed a magenta colour as he stared at her and his look could make her walk straight to hell. He was even more uncomfortable with the cape that his father put on his shoulders.

The garment was warm and lined with animal skins. It transmitted intense heat on contact with the skin. She was surprised.

-Winter is on the way! - James was starting to experience panic. He turned to Adam worriedly. "You know for sure that sorcerers are sensitive to low temperatures! She also needs adequate food. And shelter! I have seen experienced sorcerers who made light of our natural limitations and suffered greatly. - You have a condition...

Kassuim sighed. Will had never worried about those details. A Princess! Only the man's concern seemed genuine. Princess! Ah! She was too thin. And unattractive. Her unruly hair was an almost fiery red. She couldn't see herself that way when she felt so embarrassed. Her face was freckled from life in the sun on the deck of the ship. She had never worn a dress of fine, delicate fabric before. She hadn't even gone to a dance. Only from a distance had she once admired the couples who waltzed around in circles. Will was a caring foster parent when she could see him, but otherwise, he was absent. Zagorra had practically created her.

They had taught him to fight, to wield swords and pistols. It had never bothered her before.

-Look at me. I don't look like one. – She complained, annoyed.

James shook his head. Adam was realizing in surprise and mentally cursing that this man who was their enemy had had his daughter stolen. A wolf had done that. It was inconceivable. The girl must have grown up on her father's side who cared. He was too embarrassed to admit that she needed care. They didn't know a sorcerer's habits so well.

Kassuim, to her despair, twitched her features. She wasn't praising.

"Maybe I don't want to be one!" She straightened as she crossed her arms just like James was in the habit of doing and Adam closed his eyes miserably.

Kassuim had an exaggerated sense of her appearance. Men's clothes. She was also supposed to show a depressing and ragged outlook. Annoyed, she remembered her husband's suggestion. Purchases. Morgan had suggested taking her to town so she could shop. She naturally liked well-dressed, well-groomed women. God! That was going to mean corsets, stockings, jewellery, and she didn't even know what else. The list was endless.

Morgan had no doubt been quite fond of the simple dress she'd worn the other time in town. The brief moment of satisfaction had been followed by an unforgettable night of passion. The sacrifice of the dress had been worth caressing... She widened her eyes, blushing a lot in front of an angry James who was clearing his throat.

-My child, be sensible! This man is a wolf. – James was persuasive. It was perhaps the first time the girl had spoken to him. Perhaps the boy's closeness gave him confidence. - It's the blood of a Macgrover that runs through your veins. We are royalty, Kassandra. We were born to lead and dominate. You are the guardian of the four pieces! His voice was forcefully calm. - Only you dress... dress like... like... a wolf! Its clothes... clothes... men's clothes!

It wasn't even a compliment. The girl moaned desolately.

"That wolf..." James continued. - Does he know she's my daughter?

The question had a devastating effect. James was as exasperated as any parent.

She didn't face either the sorcerer or the wolf. Confidence wavered. Morgan hated James. A cloak of despair enveloped her. Everything was wrong. She needed to get away from her husband.

It was Adam who faced James, cursing sullenly, watching the anguish in his green eyes. Kassuim might not agree with these people, but he was beginning to show that he wasn't going to go back to camp with him. Was it fear of Morgan's reaction?

-She's one of us! She belongs to the wolf clan! – was an open provocation.

Why the hell didn't the girl agree? Worse than that, why had Will stolen her as a child? The girl hadn't even been raised within the castle's confines.

-Kassandra!

-I'm not staying with you! I do not know you.

-This is not tolerable. Winter approaches. Like any sorcerer, you must... God! You are my daughter. I would never leave you unprotected with the winter.

Kassuim's distress increased, yet Adam noticed her wide gaze. Amazement! Will had never had such care before!

-God! Do you hope to earn my trust when all it shows me is that I have to be afraid and run away from your sorcerers?

James' features hardened. He narrowed his brows, hiding his growing displeasure. That girl was his daughter. The last thing he intended was to inspire fear. Did she make it difficult for him to approach her with fear? Damn William! He could laugh at the absurdity! A princess married to Philip Morgan! If memory serves, the man was the pack's alpha, just as the boy claimed.

Another heavy sigh. What sacrifice was a father not able to make for a son?

-Philip Morgan! - Even so, James' voice was rough. - Is he Willian's nephew? - The anger doubled back. – This is unacceptable, young lady. That unfortunate old wolf has a death sentence on us warlocks. He has dishonoured our clan. The infamous took you from his people as a small child. He expects our clan to accept...