Humans know nothing about the truth of sirens. We are not a form of your fantasy of "Mermaids", we live on land, on islands away from people, in fear that humans will find us. We do not lure people to their deaths, we simple sing to sing. It's in our nature to sing, when happy, sad, or simple to let each other know where we are. It is not our fault that humans find themselves captivated by our songs. It is their fault that their ships crash on our shores. But it doesn't take long until they find fault in us, and seek a form of revenge. I don't know if the humans tales of us being sea creatures comes from with their fascination of the endless depths of the sea, believing that creatures beyond comprehension reside there; or if it's the fact that angry sailors find their revenge in tying our feet together with a large boulder and throwing us into the ocean to end our lives with water-logged songs. Maybe it simple comes from what they tell people when they return home; that the sirens are in the ocean where they belong. I grew up knowing the truth, of the horror of the relation between sirens and humans. I also grew up knowing that a human hasn't come in contact with our kind in many years. We thought humans lost their fascination with us and our songs long ago; We thought wrong.

Fifty years ago, werewolves made themselves known to the human world. The humans took it surprisingly well, or so we thought. It took them twenty-five years to build an army to attack us. It took them another fifteen years to exterminate or enslave almost ninety-five percent of the packs in North America. If you're not killed, you're either sent to a lab for genetic testing to figure out what we are, or you're sent to someone to command you. In the last ten years, I've been held against my will. I survived the murder of my pack, I survived the labs, but I don't know how much longer I can survive "The Masters" as they like to be called. I need help, before they do something to me that can't be undone. I won't be able to survive if they take it from me.

David Hollister was getting his life together, he has everything he could want or need; well, other than his mate. But he always figured that would work itself out eventually. But what he didn't expect was his mate to be a curly haired boy with big brown eyes, and he sure as hell didn't think the first time they'd meet would be in a hospital. Grayson Taylor doesn't know what do to anymore. He has enough problems as it is, and starting college a year early doesn't help anything. Add in a man who wants you as his mate, another who claims he IS your mate, and a helluva lot of other shit, it's a mystery why anyone wants to claim him.

Sorry not really good at descriptions, this is my first story...(on this profile) please read, I promise I wont disappoint!