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Everleigh MilesThank you for reading The Pack’s Triquetra. The story will be continued in the next instalment of the Havermouth Pack series The Pack’s Vampire, which will cover the Triquetra’s POV from where The Pack’s Triquetra left off, as well as sharing Talen’s history, and continuing the Havermouth adventure – where is Jessica and will they find her? Are the NES there to help or is there something else going on? What is the story behind Abigail and August? Can they prevent Havermouth from becoming a zombie town? Please follow me on social media for further updates and keep an eye out for the release of The Pack’s Vampire. (The cover is available for viewing on my social media). Thanks again so much for your support, comments, and reviews – the interaction with readers are why I love writing in this way! Happy Reading
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