Danny

“Francis!” she yelled from the living room. I fucking hated it that she still called me that and refused to answer whenever she did. I told her from the time I was nine to call me Frank. She mostly only called me that stupid, effete fucking name when she was pissed at me. I hated it so much I once told her if, for whatever reason, I died young—got hit by a car, whatever—that I wanted my tombstone to read “Frank,” and if it didn’t, I would come back as a ghost and haunt her.”
― A.D. Aliwat, Alpha