  
“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.



The Siren and the Wolf

“So, do you also have nightmares?” Grace asked, staring at Mishka with big eyes. 


“Yes, but it’s the first time that I have one at the same time as you, I think?” Mishka responded as she walked to the table slowly. 


“I’m gonna drink some warm milk and you?” she announced as she poured some milk into a glass. 


No, thank you, but I’m gonna have some hot chocolate. I’ll make it for myself quickly, don’t worry,” Grace responded. 


“So, what was your nightmare about, unless you don’t want to talk about it?” she asked as she walked over to a grocery cupboard. 


“There was chanting in my nightmare as well, but no ghosts,” Mishka responded as she heated her milk in the microwave oven. 


“So, who was chanting?” Grace asked with an alarmed look in her big eyes as she mixed her hot chocolate ingredients. 


“Women in my bedroom,” Mishka responded with a frown. 


Finding the source of the night sounds