The Alpha King Call Boy
The scene Donovan led them forward into was rather different.
The sprawling pool was alight with the signature pink and fuchsia glow that Blackout Resort used to light up many of their attractions, and it was filled with a spattering of noisy revelers. But these pale, hard-bodied figures were not werewolf tourists. They were vampires. Men and women of all apparent ages, some clad in swimsuits or lingerie and others fully nude, were reclining on cabana couches under the moonlight, engaging in intimate acts in dark corners, and floating lazily in the heated, pink-hued pool.