  
“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

In the sudden darkness, the only light came from the prototype fabrics—but they weren't just glowing anymore. Each piece had become a nexus of energy, connecting model to model in a complex web that pulsed with both Catherine's original frequency and something newer, something evolving. 


"The power grid," Bruce's voice cut through the darkness. "It's not just our venue. Look." 


Through the massive windows, they could see Tokyo's lights flickering in a pattern that matched the runway's rhythm. The wolf's energy signature was everywhere now, its presence felt rather than seen. 


Mishka's mother's recording hovered in the air before her, no longer bound by its physical form. Isabella's translucent figure stood at the center of the runway, her form more solid than it had been before. 


"Elena," she said, her voice carrying an echo of frequencies both ancient and new, "this is what we were trying to tell you. The network wasn't dying. It was waiting." 


Convergence Point on stage