Three days before Siobhan's eighteenth birthday, Fiona found herself standing in the
pack's main gathering hall, holding one end of a string of fairy lights while her sister
directed operations from the center of the room.
Inside Fiona's mind, Sinead paced restlessly. Three days. Three days until we
know. Three days until sister shifts.
"No, no, higher! It needs to drape, not sag." Siobhan gestured dramatically, her phone
held aloft in her other hand, already documenting the process. Inside her,
"This is going to look amazing on my feed. The aesthetic is 'enchanted forest meets modern elegance.' Can you feel it?"
Fiona adjusted the lights, climbing another rung on the ladder. "I can feel something."
"That's the magic of good design." Siobhan spun in a circle, her own red hair—li
