9- Yryhnna Vision of the future

yryhnna vision of the future :
The van that Mathias drives is spacious, masculine, and as a werewolf living on the East Coast of Laguna Beach, Yryhnna notices that Mathias is a wealthy man, evident by his silver Rolex, as he keeps both hands on the wheel. The interior of the car smells of leather, newness, and money. This does not unsettle Yryhnna; instead, she feels pleasant and joyful, like a queen, for sirens are accustomed to luxury, a costly lifestyle, and material wealth. We always live modestly, below our means; we are businesswomen. We have advisors and banker managers, and human friends who trade pearls, jewels, and marine treasures that belong to the vast kingdom of Oceania.

“Yryhnna, I want to promise you that we will find your sisters,” Mathias says after a prolonged silence. Yryhnna meets his gaze; her pearl-white face and raven-black hair shine with the indomitable strength of the dark sea. Now hidden behind the rocky mountains that form the road they are driving on.

Mathias looks at Yryhnna's mouth as she curves her lips into a smile, her mouth engraved in her otherworldly face, from which a siren’s voice emerged, so soft, silky, and filled with harmony that it reached directly to the soul. Yryhnna, with her silent and imminent beauty, seduced Mathias to such an extent that he did not allow anyone else to travel to find her sisters. But at the same time, no part of his body touched her as they spoke, except for his gaze—when she looked at him, she did it with such magnificence that Mathias felt electricity coursing through his body.
Yryhnna's eyes led him within her, to worlds where he felt dazed as if drugged. But as she traveled alongside him in that lively and conspiratorial silence, Yryhnna became aware of her human female body, one she had only used with her beloved husband. She felt a voracious hunger for flesh, the eternal and indescribable beauty of her intimate parts, those lips in her groin that seemed to want to suck the world and the virility, the potency, and the strength of any man until he fainted in the vast and beautiful sea of her hips and pleasure-flooded legs. She understood she was a woman next to a very attractive man, as if she had suddenly turned into flesh, in which each of the gestures that Lycan made to please her and make her feel safe ignited a flame. She wanted to fall forward, as if stumbled towards the driver’s seat, close to the flesh of that man, that mouth, that body.

“And you... do you have siblings?” Yryhnna wants to know with a silky voice, like that of a rabbit, or the hiss of a snake seducing with its tongue.
“Yes, Edgar and Ignacio; he is not my blood brother, but I grew up with him. We both became Lycan the same summer and entered the pack together.
“And Ignacio?”
“Yes, he is the Lycan who is with your sister Mía, that’s why I know she is okay, she is safe; Ignacio would never let anything happen to a siren, he would rather die, and I know he is alive.”
“How do you know?”
“When a Lycan from our pack dies, Mother Earth, the trees, the wind, the moon, let us know.”
“I understand; the same happens to us with water and air; we always communicate.” – Yryhnna says, then after looking at Mathias for a second, her face turns towards the window to gaze at the coast – “I know she is safe, and also that this is the beginning of an adventure,” Yryhnna murmurs. “Knowing Mía, she would be delighted to know that she has plunged me into this adventure; she loves being the protagonist of stories,” she says, curving a slight smile on her face.
“A while back, the three of us—Seila, Mía, and I—made a promise. We promised with a blood pact to always look out for one another, and to take care of the other meant taking care of oneself, for only by caring for ourselves can we care for those who love us.”
“Wow, that’s deep.”
“Yes, sometimes I wonder how humans can fall in love so easily with a siren, or vice versa; they fell deeply in love in the past, and the next day he dies and she takes his life, and they are no longer together. When you love a siren, you love a spark, like a scale; you love something of her soul that receives your soul, but it is never the entirety of your soul that you love and give, your soul is completely yours. If you were possessed entirely, you would cease to be you; you would lose your freedom. The beauty of a siren could never submit to the desire or lust of a man without being slowly murdered. They can love a part of you, perhaps the wildest, the most feminine, the most erotic part, but never your complete complexity and depth. I believe that men who accept that when loving a siren are braver and more honest than those who wish to possess them or decide to die and sacrifice their soul for a siren.”
“I think loving my sisters makes me brave, but there is a part of them that is wild, authentic, completely unique; their power and connection with Mother Isis I cannot love in any of my siren sisters, for it is something sacred and does not belong to me. And that is what makes us so magical—the closeness with the divine that envelops our lives.”
“You are very analytical,” Mathias said. “Are you like that with men as well?”
“Of course; I have a graduate degree in human male behavior and a thesis on the behavior and mating of mermen.”
“Really?”
“It may be true if you choose to believe it,” Yryhnna said, winking.
“But don’t fear me; although I am the queen of seduction and desire… innocence and tenderness are part of any siren’s charm,” Yryhnna explained. “We have the mission to see beyond, to transmute the demons in men and turn the lead of the world into gold. That’s why many times, although we love the darkness in tormented hearts and wish to purify them and bring them to the light, we cannot approach them; in that sense, the Sirens destroy them without compassion for their suffering. I believe Sirens, in their ruthless way, purify the world of pain, but they feed on that pain.”
At that moment, Mathias stopped the truck quickly, and Yryhnna, with her seatbelt, slightly detached from the seat. She looked down the road, and her heart stopped before it began to pump adrenaline rapidly; a vampire, a siren hunter, was drinking from the neck of a deer in the middle of the road.

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