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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
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132 Chs

Jean makes an unwelcome appearance

Bruce did not sense any other wolf nearby, so he ran again, just to ease the tension inside of him.

On the outskirts of the other end of woods he sensed a presence even as he ran. It was another wolf or wolves and it was in transit too. He could sense their blood racing even as his did.

Bruce slowed down to focus. The movement was not too close, but it was not far away either.

“Can that be the singer out there?” he asked himself. He waited and tried to detect the direction in which the wolf was running.

It was not long before the wolf was right in front of him, but it was not the one that he was hoping to meet. He recognized the wolf in front of him. It was none other than Jean Marks. The she-wolf who had an obsession with him over the past couple of years.

She followed him wherever he moved to. He had told her that his mate had drowned at sea during a pleasure cruise and that he did not have another mate on earth, but Jean insisted that he was wrong.