NATALIA
By the time I come back down from the high of the bond slipping through us, Aaron is gone and both guys are staring at me in wonder. The tickling sensation still lingers in my body, no doubt the feelings of elation flowing through our bond.
I lift my right arm up to look at the mark: a full moon. I peer at it more. It's a simple black circle, though, somehow it easily resembles the moon. Something itches in the back of my mind, but the sight of it finally on my skin is perfect. I glance at the guys; Sam’s black half-moon, and Jonah’s black crescent.
“Perfect,” Ivy agrees.
“Is that Leslie?” Sam asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I turn in the direction he’s facing to find Leslie striding confidently our way. Our scout leader, though easily underestimated, is undoubtedly one
