He didn’t shake his hand and Devon figured it wasn’t his style. He was sure Violet had probably told her brother his name, but he stated it anyway. “Devon Close.” Devon paid no mind to the fact that Brendan was probably memorizing the small wolf nuisances that emitted from him. “You can say that,” he shrugged, folding his hands in his lap. “Violet says you’re Alpha.” Bren didn’t really look like an Alpha, but appearances were deceiving.
His gaze moved behind him to the waitress Bren had called. The other man probably knew the bar and crowd a lot more than he did. Before long, a round of beers came to a halt in front of them and he nodded his thanks to the waitress.