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

Lyra raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "That's a bold claim, Kalispel," she said. "But can you back it up? Can you prove to us that you're more than just a pretty face and a willingness to breed?" 


Kalispel felt a spark of anger at Lyra's words, but she kept her cool. She knew that she had to prove herself, and she was determined to do just that. 


"I can prove it," Kalispel said, her voice steady. "I can show you that I'm a capable and powerful werewolf, worthy of being your queen." 


Lyra smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing you try," she said. 


Khan stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "Enough, Lyra," he said. "Kalispel has sworn to be my queen, and I will not have her questioned like this." 


Lyra bowed her head, but Kalispel could sense the tension between her and Khan. She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to navigate the complex web of alliances and rivalries within the pack. 


Tahira’s Journal