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.
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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

"Bruce!" Mishka's voice rang out with the preternatural power of her Siren heritage, the sound cutting through the chaos like a blade of pure harmony. The frequency of her call resonated with his lupine nature, providing an anchor point for his consciousness even as the dimensional forces tried to tear him apart. "Stay with me! Focus on my voice!" 


Her song—wordless but achingly beautiful—wove through the air, a melody that seemed to push back against the alien frequencies threatening to overwhelm them all. This was what made her so effective at consciousness transfer: her Siren voice could harmonize with any frequency pattern, creating bridges between different forms of existence. 


Howard grabbed measurement equipment, his hands shaking as the readings spiked beyond the instruments' capacity. "The dimensional pressure is increasing exponentially! If this continues, the boundary between realities won't just destabilize—it'll be completely obliterated!" 


Reality's last Song