“Are you a member of the Northwest pack?” “There is no Northwest. There are no packs, no species, no borders.” “Right. Okay…if you don’t tell me who you are, I’m going to scream, and someone who’s much less nice and patient than me will come out of the house—” “I can be fucking nice,” Koen says, coming to stand behind me. Most of my tension dissolves. “Not patient, though,” he adds. “She got that right.”
