The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach.
The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing.
"The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar