A siren walked up on land,
A mysterious past and a new present.
She's introduced to the Cullens and befriends then.
What happens when she stubbles upon her mates who happen to be a pack of shifters.....
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"MATE!!"
Six strong voices say at the same time. It brings chills racking down my body. I can hear Jacob suck in a breath next to me. Billy's mouth is open in shock and I cling onto Jacobs arm in surprise.
"She's my mate!"
Jacob yells at the bunch. I can hear growling come from them. Their muscles are tense and veins are bulging. Six pairs of eyes are on me. All of them brown, but oh so unique in their own way.
It makes arousal pool in my lower stomach.
And they can smell it. Jacobs and the group of six's noses flare.
I blush in embarrassment.
"I think I should go...."
Billy says softly. He wheels out the door with a tip of his brown cowboy hat and a small smile. I watch him go until his form disappears and I hear the door close with a slight bang.
Jacobs grip tightens on my arm. I look up at him and hear a harsh growling coming from him. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and his dark chocolate eyes looking at the group. Teeth bared.
I go to walk foreword to my new mates but he pulls me back. My six other mates go to step forward to me, their chests heaving. My raised hand stops them. I look into their eyes individually then go back to Jacob, his eyes still on them. His short black hair falling over his forehead.
An instinct comes over me. I caress my hand up his arm and over his chest as my face nuzzles into his neck. A purring sound comes from my chest. His gaze turns to mine. Bright silver connects with dark brown. I stand on my tippy toes as I blink and bring my nose over his cheek.
His face his relaxed and his breathing becomes steady. His chest rises and falls with each breath. I place my hand in his and his thumb traces over the palm of my hand.
I can hear a loud growling come from one individual to my left. My gaze whips to the group and I see one. His nostrils flair and his chest heaving as his eyes hold rage.
"Paul!"
I the oldest looking one say in a voice of authority to the growling one. 'Paul' just continues to snarl at Jacob.
"Paul..."
I whisper to him. One of my new mates. His head whips to me. I walk to him and Jacobs hand hesitantly leaves mine.
My heels click on the wood floor as I approach him. When my hand touches him for the first time sparks go off. A shock goes through my body that makes the hair on the back of my head raise. Heat radiates off him, as well as the others beside him.
A low humbling comes from him in pleasure of my touch.
"Lyra..."
He whispers in shock. I smile at him as my hand goes over his cheek softly.
