Victor was useless at playing the name game. That had always been something Marcus was better at. But fuck, right now, they needed a laugh, or they were probably gonna drown under the weight of their own transformation. It wasn't easy to change - the Irraka knew that all too well, in his transformation from a thief to a respectable owner of a security firm, to an early retiree living off the money he'd earnt with a few safe stock options. Rich, no, but he'd been comfortable.
And then he'd turned into a Werewolf, just when he'd settled down properly. Like Luna had been waiting for him. As if he had to work himself out before she would allow him to change.
"What about Crosshair and the Heartbreakers?" he said, his blue eyes flicking across the pack. "Victor and the Banshees?"
He paused a moment, averaging the age of the other pack members and grinning.
"...Aw fuck, now I feel old."