Trent/Contacts

Izayah: Mein Herr.

Ramona: A voice of reason. Let the cubs learn from your words and claws.

Mewt: You even think about threatening him again, I'll shove so much dynamite up your ass, you'll hit the moon.

Dawson: Let's be friends.

Barksdale: My Alpha, but I don't know him very well.

Zora: The Commandant. Conscripted me from marketing division into this fine company of rejects.

Dusty: He seems to have precisely the desired proportions of pathetic and batshit crazy.