A siren, soft and seductive, peers at you through veiled smoke. Plying at you with plump lips, almost always clad in red, it's easy to miss the claws. Though she doesn't use them often, the weapons on the end of each finger are stark reminders that her voice isn't the only way she can defend herself.
Most are bewitched by her, even though text after text warns not to fall prey to a siren. For if you do, they become your sole focus, giving over control of yourself to them. And she loves it, leaning into the role of seductress, she struts about on stage at any club she works at.
Singing is freedom to a siren, and you'll never find one that will turn down the bliss of being in front of a microphone. Wild and untamed, sirens delight in a solitary life. But if you were to ask anyone who had encountered Wolfie, the one thing they are never able to forget are her bright blue eyes.
