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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

Tahira stood tall, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she had to face her fear head-on if she was to succeed. She took a deep breath, and then began to transform into her werewolf form. 


As she transformed, Tahira felt a surge of power and strength flow through her. Her senses grew sharper, and she could see the gaunt figure more clearly. She could smell its scent, a pungent mixture of decay and corruption. 


The gaunt figure laughed, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. "You think your werewolf form will protect you?" it sneered. "I am the manifestation of your deepest fear, Tahira. I know your secrets, your weaknesses. I will use them against you." 


Tahira snarled, baring her teeth. She knew that she had to be brave, to face her fear head-on. She charged forward, her claws outstretched. 


The gaunt figure laughed again, and then reached out with a bony hand. Tahira felt a cold, clammy touch on her shoulder, and she spun around, her claws swiping wildly. 


The Trial of Fire