Alpha’s Blood Mate
I didn’t hear it chime inside, but a few seconds later a voice crackled through the small intercom next to it.
“Is that you, Valerian?” The voice had a slow, drawling tone.
“It’s me. Let us in, Donatello.”
Marcus smacked Darren’s arm and whispered, “Donatello? Like the Ninja Turtle?”
“Knock it off,” I hissed. “It’s just a name. I’ve got a brother named Orion. Doesn’t mean anything.”
Darren shook his head. “These people are way too into Ninja Turtles, bro.”