Charlotte P Lambert

  
“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

The harbor district wore two faces: the modern marina with its sleek yachts and renovated warehouses transformed into upscale shops, and the industrial sector—weathered and worn, yet still vital to the city's commerce. Between these worlds stood the old lighthouse, a Victorian sentinel that had guided ships for nearly two centuries. 


As Mishka's group approached the structure, the late afternoon sun cast elongated shadows across the weathered stone path. The lighthouse itself seemed ordinary enough—a cylindrical tower of faded red and white stripes culminating in a glass-enclosed beacon that hadn't been operational for decades, preserved now as a historical landmark rather than a navigational necessity. 


"Are we sure this is the right place?" Bruce asked, scenting the air. "I don't detect any frequency disturbances." 


Nathaniel consulted the coordinates they'd plotted. "This is definitely where the southern node should manifest, according to the geometric pattern." 


Southern Light