Alpha Jaxon POV
The collars were simple, interlocking silver rings to go around their necks, with little sigils on them to prevent them from being opened by the wearer or any other siren. The witch looked pleased as she stared at them, while I raised a brow, unimpressed by how simple, let alone plain they were.
"Is this really going to prevent them from singing and entrancing us?" I asked pointedly.
She sighed and turned to me, her hands on her hips, her wizened old face creased and her eyes glinting. "Yes. I have been doing magic before you were born boy" she growled "and if our pack hadn't owed you a favor..." she trailed off, sounding disgusted.
I laughed "well you tell it like it is," I said approvingly "but what about us? We needed something to prevent them from entrancing us b
