Mate of a Siren
Jack practically ran out of Orana's house.
He seemed angry about something.
I wasn't going to dig any deeper then that thought.
Orana was mine, and I was willing to keep it that way at any cost.
A small pull made me look down at Orana to see that she was pulling back a bit from me.
I gave her a confused look as she stopped pulling and looked towards the door.
With a heavy sigh she looked back at me.
"I have to go talk to him." searching my eyes she asked me, "Will you still be here when I come back?"
I nodded and gave her a lopsided smile before leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek.
She smiled back and ran after Jack.
Part of me was jealous of him but another part was proud to have such a caring Mate.
Looking around myself, I found the calendar stood up on the kitchen counter.
My father had let me go on ahead of them by a week.
I was extremely grateful.
They should be coming back by the end of this week.
I would need to check the house out, make sure it's still standing.
What a hard two years it's been for Orana and I.
But I'm here now, and I won't ever leave her again.
Not while I'm still alive.
I had tracked Jack's scent going towards the sea.
Though it had changed a little.
It had a scent added to it.
Like he wasn't human.
I pushed myself to go faster.
Needing to know why.
Why he had smelt human, when he wasn't at all.
I burst through the tree line, ten yards away from Jack.
Though he wasn't human.
He had turned into a huge Bengal Tiger.
And he was staring right at me.
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Mate of the SirenWerewolf
Sequel to My Mate the Angel Orana has a history that goes back into the B.C. years. Her great-great-great-great-great-a lot more greats grandmother was a mysterious woman who with just her voice could have any man she wanted with just a little tune...