  
“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

Rose did not look like a witch or a fortune-teller. 


“I thought she would look scary,” Mishka told herself while she smiled at her hostess from where she stood at the door. 


Rose was smiling at her and her round cheeks were flushed pink. Her eyes were twinkling in a friendly way. 


“Come in, dear. You say that you are Myrtle’s granddaughter?” she asked, still smiling. 


“Yes,” Mishka responded, returning the smile. 


She followed Rose into the lounge area of the farmhouse which was situated at the end of town, just bordering on the countryside. 


“Your name is Mishka, isn’t it?” Rose remarked as she gestured for Mishka to take a seat by waving her hand at a couch. 


“Yes, did my grandmother tell you?” Mishka asked as she sat down on the end of the couch which was soft and comfortable. She looked at Rose with big eyes. 


“Oh, she’s always talking about you and your brother,” Rose replied with a serious look in her eyes at this point. 


Mishka hears Rose’s story