*Noah*

The next day, we sat in the lounge area of Midnight Sun pack with my three aunts eyeing us excitedly. Evidently, we were going to try to figure out why we couldn’t maintain the bond.

However, this first test was… strange, to say the least.

“Why exactly is the number of flowers in my hair important?” I grumbled.

Zara leaned over and put another one in, trying to weave it properly as I blinked and scowled. I noticed Aunt Marguerite ...