Nelly_Comfie

The Castle Palace..

"No Papa, I won't marry Ishaka!" Tahira screamed at her father as he just told her the worst news she had heard throughout that day.

With a deep and calm voice, King Cashito asked his daughter, "Who would you have yourself get married to?"

"To someone I love" Tahira said. The palace throne started making rattling sounds, and when it did, it meant only one thing; the king was loosing his temper.

Tahira noticed that look in her father's eyes, she knew he was about to loose it, but, she still stood her ground. That was the only way she could get herself out of the situation.

"Do you realize who Ishaka is?" The King asked again.

"I know, he's the strongest Alpha wolf in the pack. I know he's the greatest warrior we have, I know he has proven himself beyond reasonable doubts that he's worthy but, that isn't the kind of mate I want Papa." Tahira said.

"You must marry Ishaka, and that's final." The King said.

"I will not marry Ishaka, Father!" Tahira screamed and turned to leave her father's presence.


With a deep and reverberating voice, The King Shouted his daughter's name "Taaaaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiiirrrrraaaaa!!"

Tahira turned to notice that her father had shifted form. He had already changed from his human form to a gigantic alpha wolf. The castle walls were dripping with stones like it were about to collapse. He growled so loud that any other werewolf would have trembled in fear. Including the almighty Ishaka, but, Tahira was no ordinary werewolf.

*WARNING* mature content!!

The Were in The Wolf

Lady Ophelia took a deep breath, trying to think of a plausible excuse for her absence. She knew that Lord Laurent was not a man to be trifled with, and she needed to come up with a convincing story to avoid raising his suspicions. 


"Elara, I need you to help me come up with a reason for my absence," Lady Ophelia said, her mind racing. "Something that will satisfy Lord Laurent and Francois." 


Elara nodded, her eyes narrowing in thought. "Let me think for a moment, milady," she said. "Ah, I have it! We can tell Lord Laurent that you were feeling unwell and needed some fresh air. You slipped out of the manor for a short walk, but didn't want to disturb anyone." 


Lady Ophelia considered the excuse, weighing its merits. It was a plausible reason, and one that might satisfy Lord Laurent's curiosity. But she knew that she needed to be careful, that one misstep could lead to disaster. 


Lady Ophelia’s return