As Poseidon's army bore down on us, the Lycans spread out among the front line. Our numbers may be few, especially compared to the Sirens we faced, but with our allies we at least we stood a chance.
The Lycans holding down the line with me appeared to be either young, late teens at most, maybe early twenties, or older, around my father's age. I assumed the ones in-between had stayed back in the Lycan's territory with the children and seniors.
Standing there, us all waiting for the Sirens to make a move, or for a call to attack. We didn't want this war, but we would fight it. I would fight it to protect my mate and our family.
They attacked first. After they closed the distance by almost half, a woman at the front began to weave her arms before her. Circling and slicing through
