Heartsong (Green Creek, #3)

by T.J. Klune

“We are literally the gayest pack that has ever existed,” Rico said to no one in particular. “I see no problem with this.”

The people of Green Creek had lined the sidewalks. They stood in front of the shops, in front of their houses. Will was in front of the diner, surrounded by a group of men and women. He was the first. He tilted his head back and howled.

“Goddammit,” Rico said. “This is why I never want kids. They cost too much money and also can be taken over by a dick of a witch and turned into killing machines. Fuck kids. Fuck them all.”

He said, “Please don’t let me die.” And Gordo said, “Fuck you.”