Aria
The ship’s deck is lit up like a damn Christmas wonderland, bright lights and colorful decorations everywhere. The full moon’s doing its thing, casting this warm glow over the place. It’s supposed to feel magical or whatever, but all I feel is annoyance. The crowd is buzzing, people all hyped up to find their “destined mates.”
I’m standing with Mia and Lily, trying not to roll my eyes as Coach John rambles into the mic about the “find your mate” ritual.
“Everyone, please wear your glowing necklace!” he announces, holding up one of those stupid things like it’s the Holy Grail. “The Moon Goddess will guide you to your mate. When the glow steadies, you’ve found them.”
Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.
“This is f*****g absurd,” Mia scoffs, crossing her arms like she’s about to storm the s
