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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 · Fantaisie
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128 Chs

Missing pieces

As Mishka and Bruce walked down the grand staircase of the Classen mansion, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere they'd left behind, a new worry began to gnaw at Mishka's mind. She stopped abruptly, causing Bruce to look at her with concern.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice soft in the quiet of the night.

Mishka turned back to look at the imposing facade of her childhood home. "My father," she said, her brow furrowed. "He wasn't at the dinner. Why wasn't he there?"

Bruce's eyes widened slightly as he realized the implications. "You're right. With all that was happening, I didn't even notice his absence."

Mishka's mind raced, recalling Gillian's message about her father acting strangely. A chill ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the night air. "Something's not right, Bruce. My father would never miss a family dinner, especially one as important as this.