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

The mysterious lady was the same lady the vampire lord had when he also went out that day. 


After talking with his wife lady Ophelia, he went back to his bedchambers to have a change of clothing, as he pulled his pants off his waists, he heard the jingling sounds of metal. 


He remembered he had collected the payment the ladies had paid to his coachman earlier after he offered them a ride. 


She took the coin so he would be able to trace her from there. 


As Lord Laurent pulled out the coins from his pocket, he noticed one of them was slightly different from the others. It was an intricately designed silver coin with a small inscription on it. He turned it over in his hand, studying it carefully. 


Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind. The mysterious woman with white hair and red eyes. He had given her a ride in his carriage, and she had paid the coachman with this very coin. 


The tracking coin