Hazel’s POV
I turned away from him, my heart pounding violently against my chest like it was trying to escape.
Siren?
The word rang through my mind, heavy and strange.
I was a siren.
Half siren, half werewolf.
That explained the scales. The odd power that kept surging out of me. The blue glow in my hands. The sense that something ancient and untamed was awakening deep within my blood.
I’d read about sirens in books—beautiful, deadly, manipulative beings who could lure sailors to their deaths with a song. But I wasn’t one of them. I was just…me. A girl who woke up in a palace filled with wolves and secrets.
But what did that have to do with falling in love? What did Nicholas mean when he said my power would only awaken only if I found true love?
Nicholas stepped closer, cautiously.
