You chose Serenity, the potion that brings Trayan MacCorbin to you.

Today, the young alpha of a Scottish wolf pack would like to remind you that it’s rarely ever helpful to beat your head against a brick wall. Remain calm and friendly in all situations, and practice diplomacy. Compromises are part of any good bargain, and if you can argue calmly and reasonably, you’ll not only gain your opponent’s trust, but also his respect.

If you agree, Trayan would like to offer you his friendship during the coming weeks to teach you the fine art of diplomacy and help you to center.


The ingredients to his potion for you are:

3 deep breaths,
flexible nerves,
and a sharp look for the essential.


The book that belongs to Trayan MacCorbin is MY SECRET VAMPIRE.

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For nineteen years, I was just an ordinary Californian guy. Until a car crash almost killed me, and Count Dracula suddenly stuck his teeth into my throat.

As his great-great-grandnephew and rightful heir, he ships me off to freaking Transylvania to learn how to be a vampire the hard way: with no staff to eat, no chance to escape, and no Wi-Fi. It’s just the place to go mental. And starve.

But there’s this girl. Abigail… For some reason, she likes to roam the dark and musty castle. She claims to know nothing about vampires, but I swear she tries to kill me every damn time we meet. I would have invited her to be my dinner last night if she hadn’t fled with something very dear to me. My fang.

Now, I’m waiting for sundown to find her and get my tooth back. And then I’ll kill the werewolf that howls in the forest, because that’s actually the one condition under which Uncle Vlad allows me to return home.

But the wolf problem is harder to solve than expected. And Abigail’s cookie-like scent is making me do really stupid things…