“You are Koen Alexander, aren’t you? The Alpha of the Northwest.” “I sure am. What’s your name, bud?” “That’s not important. If you come any closer—” Koen clucks his tongue. “You gotta tell me your name, or I’ll have to make one up. Any ideas, Serena?” I clear my throat. “I like Bob.” “Bob the Vampyre. Love it.” “That’s not my na—” “It is if the lady says so, shartstain.
