Moira's POV

The convoy stretches for miles. Twenty-three pack contingents, Council forces, and our own Crimson Eclipse warriors. The sky is gray, threatening rain.

I sit in the lead vehicle with Logan and Lucas. Behind us, specialized medical transport carries our children—Aiden, Kai, and Aria, protected by Maya and a full security detail.

"ETA two hours," Logan says, checking his tablet. "Coalition forces are converging from three ...