Their trio took a seat at one of the tables. Teal looked at them. “What would you like to drink?” Pansy blinked. “Beer?” “Easy enough. I will be right back.” Teal slipped from the table and walked up to the bar. The man behind it looked toward them, and he grinned, a serpentine fang visible even from across the room. Teebie smiled. “That is Chuck. His mate, Ivy, is just over there. And she is coming over.” Ivy came up, her midnight hair sliding around her and her smile bright. “So, you are the one who blew the centre? Very nice.” Ivy extended her hand, and Pansy answered it. The light spark that Pansy always felt when she touched a shifter ran up her arm. Ivy was a strong shifter. Pansy had looked into the different hierarchies among her own kind. The library of a pack was a wonderful thing.
