MARLON.

Alpha Marlon pov:

"What in hell's name does she think she is doing? The despicable thaumaturge! The last slut! who tried this exploit with me is still shut away in the darkness of my deep hollow underground, running insane with her own shouts of agony in silver Chains. I'd thought it was only my kind that was shameless where nude is called to glorification. Oh! less I forget, witches did strip too, of course! they did. 'He thought with a thin coating of sarcasm scoffing.' Only to ensnare their weak prey. 'He added regaining his angry composure.' Unfortunately, for you and fortunately for me ? I am no weakling! 'He completes gnashing his teeth in abhor.' Seduction! where strength fails treachery is implemented. These witches do not know how to stop! That is why i will put a stop to them! they all must die! 'He said seething inwardly almost pouncing on her when suddenly he was pose stuck, taken by what now stood before him.

"What in the goddess's name is this?" he staggered back a step, asked wide eyed inside, in his wolf nomenclature. The naked form that stood before him a while back was no where to be found.

"Surprised ha?" she asked inwardly contentedly pleased with the mess up look he had in his eyes, audaciously as if to answer him. He shakes his furry skull in an attempt to undo what ever trickery the magician might be employing to defeat him, for a clear see of his foe's true form but saw exactly what he could not trust his eyes saw at that particular moment. Instead, in place of the unclad enchantress; stood a likeness of himself before him! in all straightness.

"A werewolf?! I mean a werewolf? From where? How? A she wolf!" He murmured in confusion. Not just an ordinary one! A magnanimous one to his match to be precise. From her aura and look she would be of high ranks. "What? That can't be right! A female Alpha?! impossible!" He battled within unsteadily.

For a wolf! not just any, one of his stature; his vision is one of impeccable optics, no discussing it yet he was left in a place of ambivalence, a field he had never been before.

Certainly was his last name up until that instant! A constant; no matter what ... yet presently he questioned it. It seemed he had under estimated this opponent. The one that got away! He should have realised she was more formidable to have survived in the first instance. she should be extremely resourceful to have been able to even escape the first time. None of his adversaries had ever survived him past a premier encounter. This sorceress was way more capable compared to her rickety looks. Never judge a tree by it leaves truly! instead by its roots. Witch Craft! of the highest order! The cancerous cell of nature.

"What in the hell? .... in the name of the moon goddess is happening? To put it right, what just went on here? Where is that condemned enchantress?!" He required in memory out of impatience in confusion as he surveyed the surrounding more on guard than before. The condemned enchanters were never to be taken for granted or likely as he pointed out earlier. This singular act goes a very long way to validate his claim. He sniffed around more vigorously but the air had changed. Nothing of the former was close nuzzles. "The fuck just happened!?" He fumed.

"Look no further Hun! Am right here!" she answered within to his actions as if able to hear his thoughts. "How refreshing it is to see the disorientation in your eyes. I bet you never expected it. You have yet to see what I have specially set up for you and I am afraid to inform you! you will not survive me today to tell of it tomorrow. What a pity. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! " she finished mentally sneering snapping her tines in aggression at him.

"What form of abominable enchantment is this?" He asked still puzzled but recovered quickly with sarcasm.

"Guess who joined the animal kingdom?" He asked psychologically snorting.

Marlon was an Alpha, a warrior and a respected one in his pack and beyond for his conquests and wisdom for that matter. Unlike of the former and in other packs, he didn't want any liability in his own, after the cruel death of his parents and the almost extinction of the pack? Becoming the new Alpha , he made the least in the pack thus the Omega's join in training sessions. A lesson? he earned, the hard way out of his own life's experience. At least, a little hold out before real help arrived; in case a battle broke out to reduce casualty, was not a bad idea from a ruler who didn't duel in selectiveness nor survival of the fittest rather one for all and all for one. It was in their nature already to move in wholesome formations thus in packs. However, little adjustments needed to be made and he did just that. No one was to be vulnerable if it could be helped. He trained his omegas in first resort self defense. They were not to only be extra mouths to feed, add up to the numbers of the pack neither were they to be only useful for the menial jobs in the pack but be able to fend for themselves in case of emergency threats before proper intervention came. This made his pack a formidable one and him popular; as much as earning him great admiration from other packs who began to alter theirs packs in his line. He was not going to allow a miniature impediment destruct him into ensnarement. He was noted for rapid counter back attacks with his enemies.

Initially, he was so taken by the surprise element brought forth him however, he knew better than to let it affect him in that specific moment any deeper to his peril. No matter the form they came in? He was going to deal with it instantly then seek understanding later. Witches could never be trusted! he was very much aware of this but this new development only compounded his disgust. They were more brutal then he even imagined. Whatever form of illusion she was implementing, he was going to undo it and rip her into unidentifiable pieces started with her heart! Where all the desire for heinous atrocities were birthed. For their treachery was beyond pardon. However, something within him felt jiggly.

Somewhere inside him was a strange feeling of restraint towards her, he wanted to extend the time at this with her or did he just want to spend time close to her? He questioned his own intentions abrasively for a while but pushed it aside; for it was impossible for him to want an enchantress. He just felt like using her as a comic stress relief and nothing more. He convinced himself. Before ending her eventually. A situation she had used her own hands to create after stepping into his path unwarranted. He was still ruminating on the torturous sweet aroma of his favourite natural cologne when she tainted the air with her appalling stench! For which she much pay dearly. What more befitting than a slow torturous death? Although, this was not his style yet there was no harm in having a tinny bitsy fun before doing away with the one that escaped.

"This is going to be fun!" he surmised. A fun he was going to wish he never had attempted......