The Alpha's Warlock
“So a werewolf walks into a vampire bar…”
The alpha blinked back at me, slowly, a smile creeping across his face and making him look slightly less like a thug.
Slightly. Hard features, stubbled chin, short-cropped black hair, and very pale blue eyes…and the whole hulking, leather-jacketed thing. Seriously, werewolves were so cliché. Some vampires, like my colleague Victor, could pull off the leather trenchcoat look, and that even made me wince a little. But the leather motorcycle jackets? Yeah, we get it, you’re so tough.