  
“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

“I don’t know much about reading tea leaves,” Mishka responded with a giggle. 


“You’re talking about social media,” Rose commented with a patient nod of her head. 


“Do you think that something like reading tea leaves would have been more beneficial?” Mishka asked. Her lips quivered as she attempted a smile. 


“It will be safe to pretend that I don’t suspect her of fortune-telling, or witchcraft,” Mishka thought to herself. 


“Well, I did try everything in my power to find my son,” Rose responded with the corners of her mouth turned down grimly again. Her gaze did not meet Mishka’s eyes. She looked at her scone instead. 


“I would love to at least try because one does not lose anything if one decides to hope a little bit again,” Mishka responded in a softer, gentle tone of voice. 


“Wow, you’re really special! Imagine that,” Rose responded with a loud laugh which lit up her eyes again. 


Learning more about Rose and Myrtle