The Pack's Triquetra
Havermouth, Present Time
“Wolfsbane is…” Heath fought back his laughter shaking his head. “Aislen… Honey,” he succumbed and covered his face with his hands as it exploded from him. “I’m sorry. But if wolfsbane was an issue for werewolves, then we’d all be dead. It grows wild in the mountains that we run through regularly.”
“Well, duh,” she replied, irritated. “But someone is trying to hex me, Heath, so when my werewolf boyfriend buys me flowers and I’m handed wolfsbane, I have to wonder if it’s a coincidence or something else.”
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