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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
131 Chs

Myrtle’s opnions and special event

Myrtle walked up and down in her bedroom. She could not believe the nerve of the servant girl, Milla.

“I told Mishka long ago that she should not make friends with the servants! But no, she always knows better. She carried on making the girl her friend and maybe even her confidant.

Now the girl is strutting around calling herself a filmmaker. What does she think of herself?” Myrtle ranted and raved, talking to herself.

Her shoulder-length, silver-grey hair was standing wild from the way that she had ruffled it.

“I should talk to Mishka and her father about this at dinner,” Myrtle continued.

She got dressed into a formal blue dress and rang the bell for service.

At least, with my hair in order I will feel like my old self again. More in control of what’s going on around me,” she mumbled to herself as she went to sit down on a chair in front of the mirror.