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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 Laurent walked back to the palace, he couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and weakness that had settled in his chest. He was a vampire lord, feared and respected by all, and yet he had allowed himself to be swayed by the charms of a mysterious woman. 


"What is wrong with you, Laurent?" he scolded himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "You are a conqueror, a ruler, a monster. You do not fall prey to the whims of a mere mortal." 


But despite his self-rebuke, Laurent couldn't deny the way he felt. He was drawn to Lady Natalia, and he couldn't explain why. It was as if she had cast a spell on him, one that he couldn't break free from. 


As he entered the palace, Laurent was greeted by his wife, Lady Ophelia. She was a beautiful woman, with long, raven-black hair and piercing green eyes. But Laurent couldn't help but feel a pang of disinterest as he looked at her. 


What is wrong with you Laurent?