Slavic Witch: Alpha King Mate
Being held captive, no friends, my mother dead was a very lonely existence.
Long ago I denounced my were wolf half – it was completely dormant. I was a witch, belonging to one of the oldest Slavic clans, my blood ancient and royal. I looked exactly as my mother, the Princes Dzana, with long brown hair, silver eyes, plump lips and porcelain skin. My father, I did not know much about except that he weas a werewolf. Mother was expected to marry witch royalty, but she found herself in love with a were.. This was not forgivable according to my grandfather, nor in our traditions.
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