The Pack's Triquetra
Heath’s laughter was loud and bright and caused the werewolves around the fire and the she-wolves sunbaking on their towels, to fall silent and look at him.
“You sound happy,” Rohan commented, his smile big and false, as he stood in order to help Heath with the ice box.
“It’s Saturday, the weather is nice,” Heath shrugged. “What’s not to be happy about?” He began to hand out beer and cups of wine.
“Thank you, Heath,” Erica chirped as Heath passed her a cup. She was wearing a barely-there bikini and flicked him a coy smile from under her false eyelashes. Surprising, Heath thought with wry sarcasm, that despite wearing a bikini, which would imply that she intended to swim in the river, she wor
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