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

As the night wore on, Tahira found herself growing more and more comfortable in her role as Lady Natalia. She had always been a skilled actress, and she was able to convincingly play the part of a vampire noblewoman. 


But despite her growing confidence, Tahira couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She caught glimpses of a tall, dark-haired man lurking at the edges of the ballroom, his eyes fixed intently on her. 


Tahira's instincts told her that this man was trouble, and she made a mental note to avoid him. But as the night wore on, she found herself drawn to him again and again, their eyes meeting across the crowded room. 


Finally, as the clock struck midnight, the dark-haired man made his move. He strode across the ballroom, his eyes locked on Tahira's, and bowed low over her hand. 


"May I have the pleasure of this dance, Lady Natalia?" he asked, his voice low and husky. 


Disguise 2