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The Siren and the Wolf

“What did you see on the video?” Mishka asked in a whisper. She could not keep her curiosity to herself. She needed to know even before dinner. “We saw Myrtle call the cat into the nursery and then she fed it a live rat. She wasn’t even afraid to hold onto the rat by its tail,” Gillian responded. *** While Mishka Classens practices her singing in the woods one afternoon she runs into Bruce Cameron, a handsome, famous fashion designer. When she confides in her friend, Gillian’s mother about the meeting, Joan tells her that Bruce is an estranged cousin of Joan’s and that he is a werewolf. So, Joan wants Mishka to keep Gillian away from Bruce and keep the family secret, but Gillian already has a crush on him. Bruce wants to be a normal human because his human family does not accept him as a wolf, but he also loves his unusual powers and diverse creativity. Eventually he and Mishka confide in each other about their burdens in life and become close with regular meetings in the woods, where they exchange creative ideas about fashion and music. They also plan to do shows together. Myrtle, Mishka’s bossy grandmother is an undercover fortune teller. She had a premonition about Mishka being involved with a werewolf one day, so she wants to orchestrate Mishka’s life so that this will never happen. She almost has a heart attack when she finds out that Mishka is involved with Bruce. She tries everything in her power to split them apart. After a series of weird and bad events, Mishka and Bruce find out that Myrtle is causing the problems in their lives and in their relationship. They decide to join forces against her by confusing her spells, making them powerless.

Charlotte P Lambert · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
164 Chs

Bruce gets rescued

Bruce was surprised. It happened so quickly that he wasn’t quite sure about whether he should celebrate.

“Are they really here?” he asked himself when he heard the scuffle outside.

It seemed as if his pack members were there. He could hear and identify some of the voices which were speaking with authority as they argued with his captors. He could also sense it in his bones. He could feel the blood in his veins begin to flow faster in his excitement.

“Now I’m going to find out who decided to abduct me. I wonder if they demanded money and from who,” Bruce muttered to himself as he kept his eyes on the door.

“Perhaps I should hide behind the bed, just in case they come in with a violent scuffle,” he told himself. He then moved to crouch behind the bed as the voices came closer.

Bruce tensed up more when he heard the key turning on the outside of the door.

“They said that he’s in here,” someone was saying.

“Where then? The room is empty,” someone else commented.