Warrick’s POV
“Ooookay.” I say when she doesn’t continue. She holds my eye contact, her gray eyes holding her seriousness, but also putting me at ease.
“I know a siren.” She says and my eyebrows shoot up.
“Didn’t you just tell me that they are very aggressive and territorial? How did you even meet this siren? How can you trust them? How would they even give us an advantage?” I start asking, she interrupts me by holding up her hand.
“This siren was kicked out of the clan when she couldn’t destroy the boats that trespassed through their waters. She didn’t think it was right to kill innocent people for crossing their border when they didn’t know and weren’t harming anything. But when they kicked her out she kind of lost it, and went on a killing rampage on land. Sirens are kind of like w
