My gape turned into a loud gasp. “You...I asked you who you are. And now you just told me you no longer go by that name?!”

“I’m Alpha Rasmus now.” He said with a hint of amusement.

I stomped my foot, the leaves beside me rippling. “That’s so far from your actual name.”

“Better to let a rose be known by its thorns than its red petals,” Roland said from my right. The cursed troll wore a black suit with a bloody crimson necktie. His face, though monstrous, radiates some sort of kindness within it.

“Ah.” I scoffed. “Whatever.” I nudged my brother by the elbow. “You’re still a Jacob...