Beats
- Visitor reveals they are refugees from a dying world
- Their ship is the last of thousands that tried to reach Earth
- They ask for sanctuary—but hide a darker truth
- Maya must choose: trust them or prepare for war
Excerpt
The visitor's eyes—three of them, arranged in a triangle—did not blink. "We have been waiting," it repeated. "Your beacon was the first to respond in nineteen cycles. We have traveled far. Our world... our world is gone."
Maya's grip on the rifle tightened. "Gone how?"
"Consumed. As yours will be, if you do not listen."