Cassidy Campbell is so happy she's done with sophomore year. From Scott getting bit, to getting attacked twice, her dad dying, the Kanima and her turning into a Siren she can't wait to be a junior.
She regrets wishing away time as there is now an A...
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"Wait a minute? You know a Siren. This is great. Can I meet them. Can they help me figure this out?" I ask him excitedly.
"I'm sorry I knew a Siren. She's dead now. I think you very well may be the last Siren there is." He tells me.
"Well thanks that's really helps me." I tell him.
"It can still help you. She was a friend of mine. She told me many things about Sirens." He says.
"Okay so tell me." I tell him.
"Well what exactly has been happening to you?" He asks.
"A lot. A lot that I can't explain." I tell him.
"Well try." He says sternly.
"Okay well I control people without knowing I'm doing it until after. I have sharp claws and fangs and it scares the hell out me." I tell him.
"That's it?" He asks.
"Well sometimes I look really pale. Like almost sick. The bags under my eyes look like they can carry enough stuff for a two week stay at a nice resort." I say trying to joke even though this all scares the hell out of me.
He furrows his brows. "Well I've never heard of a Siren getting sick. It's actually impossible. Just like a werewolf your supposed to be immune to that."
I open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me.
"There's a few things that I'm sure you don't know about Sirens. Or maybe a lot of things. Am I correct?" He asks.
I nod.
"There's many myths about Sirens that people tend to believe. Sirens are actually very closed off creatures that's why there isn't much about them written in the Bestiary." He tells me.
"By not very much do you mean a page and a half cause yeah that wasn't very helpful." I say sarcastically.
"Is there anything specific you would like to know before we start?" He asks.
Start what? What are we starting? Should I be scared? This is Peter Hale after all.
"Am I gonna grow a tall?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "That's a myth."
"What about gills or webbed hands?" I ask worried.
