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To me, diving into the sea always came with a sense of home. Even as a small child, I have vivid memories of my little legs falling over themselves in an effort to run across the sandy beach and into the deep, blue water.
For years, my mother would lead me hand in hand towards our secret secluded area of the water to wash away from prying eyes; unlike most of the other members of my previous pack.
The salt left our skin and hair dry and corse, but back then, we never knew any different and there were no other options than to not wash at all.
The little island I grew up in was all I ever knew. Situated six days sail away from the bustling streets of England, our island faithfully kept my pack away from the mortal humans who could never know our most kept secret; that when we come of age, we could transform into magnificent beasts, commonly known as werewolves.
My Great great grandfather was blessed with this curse by the Goddess of the moon, along with eight other men and women who he had found on his travels across Great Britan. Worried for their safety among the conniving humans, they sought out and claimed an island which they would inhabit with their families for a reprieve. And that is where we remained for generations, until the fateful day when I turned the age of 18.
Having being sent off by my parents, the leaders of our pack, to find my mate and husband, I boarded a ship.
Sailing across the sea I felt an unknown trepidation leak into my brain as if only my body knew what would await me beyond my little island. But soon, I found out.
Sirens.
Beautiful, sensual, enticing Sirens.
Gliding through the water, bathing on the rocks, all singing the same morose yet airy tune about a sailor and his lost love. Their fish-like tales, all unique colours, faded into their human torso just above the hip bones. None of them had their breasts covered, opting to be "clothed" in only a surplus of jewellery around their necks, arms, and heads.
My concern was lost on my fellow sailors and travellers as I could hear them splash into the water in an effort to get closer. Completely lost to the mesmerising aura of the sirens.
It felt as if in the blink of an eye, those in the water were being violently pushed down into the depths of the sea to drown. Those like me on board were also quickly brought into their deathly arms, when the once grand ship creaked and groaned until it eventually sank, leaving those on board to the mercy of the sirens. The remaining passengers were still captive to the sirens songs, as they were carried to their depths, and I succumbed to darkness.
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I remember the pain of when I first opened my eyes. All the salt water, stress, and fatigue had left them bloodshot and irritated. My body damp and sluggish, I immediately started heaving out salt water.
Finally coming to grips with my circumstance, I looked around me to the sandy grass just off the beach and then into the unnaturally pale blue eyes of a woman standing above me.
Reaching out, she caressed my face lightly and gestured gently to the side, indicating the sirens watching us from their former positions. The only evidence of the attack was the debris of the sunken ship washed on shore or floating through the waves.
The woman pulled my head to meet her eyes, showing softness I didn't know if I would trust. Then, she said two words to me that would change my life for centuries to come.
"Join us."
And that was where my story began.
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