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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 they made their way to the Black Market, Ariana's nerves grew. She had never been to a place like this before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. 


As they walked, Tahira led the way, navigating through the crowded streets with ease. Sophie followed close behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and caution. 


Ariana trailed behind, her senses on high alert. She could feel the weight of the city's magic pressing down on her, making her skin prickle with unease. 


As they turned a corner, a group of rough-looking men stepped out of the shadows, blocking their path. "Well, well, well," one of them sneered, his eyes raking over Ariana's slender frame. "What do we have here? A little princess, all alone and vulnerable." 


Ariana's heart skipped a beat as the men closed in, their movements menacing. But before they could touch her, she raised her hands, and a burst of magical energy shot out, sending the men flying. 


The Witcher