‘Trust’The weight of doubt threatened to tip the scales of trust between them. But Logan didn't relent, he gave in. Light bent violently around them, tearing the very fabrics of reality as the alley was consumed by a blinding flash of blue-white brilliance, every sound dying down into eerie silence.It was as if the force of gravity was dispelled for a split second. Logan felt weightless—then the ground rushed up to meet them. He twisted mid-air, pulling Sonia closer to his chest as they crashed. Protecting her as much as he can from the impact, that was his priority right now. A pained groan escaped his lips as they hit hard on the floor, then he slowly turned his head.“Sonia!”After a futile attempt to stand, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto her knees. The glow in her eyes flickered wildly, then dimmed altogether. Logan's arm reached out immediately, catching her as she slumped, and he gasped at the contact of Sonia's cold skin on his.“Sonia, look at me,” Logan said ur

Logan didn't remember leaving the chamber, following a pleiadian who took him to the quarters where he was to rest. All he remembered was the word. Mating. It echoed in his head long after his heated argument with Kregor had died down, long after the crystalline doors were sealed behind. They had a lengthy conversation but his thoughts were consumed by the notion of Sonia being forced to be with someone she didn't choose all in the name of duty and responsibilities. Today, he found out that pleiadians could teleport back home whenever they wanted. They could just up and leave, but they’d chosen to stay back on earth because of him. All these while, they were searching for him. The orb's chosen. He held a dark expression as he followed the pleiadian to his quarters, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed in his wake. Pleiadians paused mid-conversation as he passed, their eyes widening as they noticed his veins pulsing a violent blue glow. Some held their children tightly

Logan felt a lump in his throat as his eyes darted to Sonia, who sat silently at a corner staring at him with eyes filled with a deep sadness. Would the truth be as bad as he feared? His gaze flickered to Kregor, whose eyes still held a scorching determination. Kregor nodded once more, then waved his arm, dismissing the Pleiadians that came with him. Sonia stood to follow, but a strong grip clutched her arm, holding her back. “Stay,” Logan said, his voice low. Sonia froze, her eyes locked on his. Kregor gestured, and the symbols on the walls brightened, forming images. Greenville in chaos, streets on fire. Sirens blaring everywhere. Back to when the war started, a war that almost destroyed the city. Then the images rewind backwards. The city was normal again, no fire, no chaos, no aliens. A large vessel materialized blocking out the sun—the first day the Pleiadians breached Earth’s atmosphere—casting the streets of Greenville in a foreboding shadow. Then, a man st

Logan's eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling rapidly, it burned and his heart thundered like it was going to escape his ribs. The faint squeak of the wooden chair sliced through the silence as he shifted. A quiet groan escaped his lips as he stood on his feet. This is really not a good time, not when everything was balanced on the edge of tomorrow's outcome. He dragged his hands down his face, as if rubbing off the remnant of the horrible nightmare that woke him up. He squeezed his eyes shut and images of the nightmare raided his thoughts—Screams. Fire. Sonia’s voice slipping farther away as she called out his name, and no matter how fast he ran, he never caught up with her. Opening his eyes slowly with a deep breath, his gaze landed on Beth. They had worked nonstop all day, planning routes for the attack, sending encrypted e-mails to every member of the resistance, all 277 of them. A large number of them were relieved to learn that Logan had returned and was eag

“Blue sky?” Carla exclaimed, glancing at Logan. His jaw clenched. “Guess, we'll find out.” The elevator began its descent. Halting thirty-five feet below before sliding open. A foul stench—a mix of chemicals and death—hit them like a punch, their hands instinctively covering their noses. Rows of pods lined on the walls—glass chambers containing pale bodies suspended in a glowing fluid. Tubes ran into their veins. Machines beeping softly as it monitored their heartbeat. Beth's eyes widened in shock. “This is…” “Hell,” Carla finished. Logan moved forward slowly, his eyes drinking in hundreds of pods that stretched out before him. His guts twisted. Things have turned out to be more than he imagined. As he went deeper into the lab, screens flickered to life beside each pod, revealing names, vitals, experiment logs, blood type. Then his gaze fell on a pod at the center of the lab. His brows furrowed. ‘It can't be.’ The pale figure in the pod had three markings on hi