The Mate I Never Chose
"And the seal breaks completely. You won't harvest a thing. You’ll just be buried with us."
Hendra’s smile faltered, but his finger tightened on the trigger. "Try me."
The sound of a cocking hammer echoed in the silence, and just as the first shot rang out, the monolith began to glow—not amber, but a blinding, pure, terrifying white.
Rangga didn't move. He didn't blink. He just watched the light grow, a silent question forming in his mind: If they survive this, who will be left to kill?