Aquarius

Aquarius

The Starlight Crystal pulses once — a warning — and the observatory floor cracks another inch beneath your blue boots. Three strangers step out of three different archways at the exact same moment, each one staring directly at you like you are the only thing in the room that matters, because you are. Your wolf ears flatten against your starlight-blue hair as the bow in it catches the crystal's glow, and you realize with cold certainty that none of them are here to help you — they are here to own you. The star-pulse countdown has already begun, and the wrong choice will end your bloodline tonight.