Havermouth, Five Years BeforeLillian was nothing if not enthusiastic in her role as the Triquetra’s pretend girlfriend, laughing and flirting, and making out with Heath and Cameron whilst Diana sulked to Cameron’s other side. Cameron suspected that Lillian was not as invested into the relationship with Diana as Diana was with Lillian, as Lillian seemed determined to take advantage of the pretend relationship with the Triquetra and make it permanent.That was never going to happen.It had, however, succeeded in getting Abigail off of the Triquetra’s back. There had been a reduction in social functions since the Triquetra had begun courting Lillian, taking her and Diana to the movies, to lunch, and to all the parties that the seniors attended in the town. Having Diana along offered them some protection, as well, as Cameron was sure that Diana wouldn’t lie for Lillian and say that the Triquetra had done anything that would get Harry Ridgeway breathing down their necks. Diana did not, af

Havermouth, Five Years in the Past“We just need to f-k her, right?” Cameron blew out smoke, smothering a cough. Rhett watched him with interest, feeling like a scientist observing a new breed of werewolf male, something that looked familiar, but behaved in an entirely new way. “There’s no way that she’s… She’s not special,” he refused to use the other word, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw under the freckle that Rhett loved most of all, it’s circle darker than its neighbor’s and its form more uniformly round.The freckle was special because it was set precisely at the point that Cameron most liked to be kissed, and by the time Rhett had nibbled his way from his lips to that freckle, Cameron would go limp and pliable, and agree to anything that Rhett wanted, no matter how depraved the request.“She’s not special,” Cameron repeated putting the emphasis on the second word. “She isn’t. She’s just… hard to get. But once we get her, it will get easier… won’t it?”Rhett moved his

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe Triquetra decided to skip the pack hunt for the full moon, despite pressure to go. The Triquetra’s monthly attendance was seen as a demonstration of loyalty to the pack which helped contain concerns about the upcoming disaster that their existence heralded, and so, ever since their introduction as a pack and the Triquetra, Heath had ensured that they went.They had solid reasons for skipping the hunt this full moon, Heath told himself. None of them wanted to spend time socializing with the she-wolves that Abigail kept thrusting under their noses, encouraging them to take a female mate and begin breeding. And none of them wanted to be held under the spotlight of the pack, as attending the hunt would mean, because things were wrong… disturbingly wrong with their Triquetra.One main reason for their absence was that Rhett had obstinately set himself against Phillip Salem, who was a solid devotee of Abigail’s, and Rhett had point blank refused to go becau

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe school had decided to volunteer their senior students at a local aged care center. It was intended to teach the teenagers compassion and giving to their community and provide the oldies with some entertainment.It was precisely the sort of thing that his dad and mum encouraged Heath to do throughout his childhood, and he hated it, because he knew from experience that it was pretend, image-based charity. His parents always made sure that they were photographed in such acts, and his father spent as much time helping the oldies to write him cheques as he did in reading from the Bible - cheques that Heath knew ended up in Charlie’s offshore account, rather than the church’s coffers or any charity’s account.The Triquetra headed to the back of the bus, to the rear seats that were reserved, in an unspoken acknowledgement of social hierarchy, for them. Lillian, playing the role of girlfriend with renewed dedication in Diana’s absence, sat between him and Hea

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeOn the bus back to school, Heath sat with Aislen, and Rhett and Cameron sat to the back of the bus. The change of shift did not go unnoticed, with Mr Graynor frowning as his eyes moved from where Rhett and Cameron sat with Lillian on the rear seat, to where Heath sat with his arm around Aislen.“What the f-k is going on?” Lillian whispered to him. “What happened? Why is Heath - ?”“Shh,” Rhett told her impatiently. “I need to think.”She slid back into her seat sulkily.“Rhett,” Cameron leaned his shoulder against Rhett, using the excuse of whispered conversation to both to give and receive comfort in the only acceptable way that existed between them in public. “What is going on? Did you see what happened?”“Old man died,” Rhett replied. “One that Aislen was sitting with. She got upset and Heath…”Heath had reacted as if Aislen were their mate, taking her aside and offering comfort.Rhett’s heart was racing in his chest. He wasn’t sure if he was exhilarat