Nova’s P.O.V.
“Ready, little moon?” Dad looked at me over his shoulder as we got to the shore, hidden in a cove away from human eyes.
“Ready.” I nodded.
We dove into the water together, shifting into our sirens at the same time. Dad had dark gray scales to match his eyes, with his muscles even larger in siren form. His shaggy blonde hair floated around him in a sort of halo that didn’t seem appropriate for a sire. He narrowed those gray eyes on me, taking in the changes to my siren.
“Your mother told me what you had done, but I didn’t realize it had changed your siren as well. You smell like a sea witch now. You need to be careful with the sharks. They’re going to be harder to sneak by now.” Dad sighed. “Don’t worry, we can still do this, just stay close.”
I nodded, swimming alongs
