Jaxon's POV

The medical facility's sterile lights hurt my eyes as we rush through the corridors, but I don't let go of Moira. She's still unconscious, her breathing shallow and wrong in ways that make my chest tight with panic.

'Why are they here? Logan and Lucas barely acknowledge my existence at family gatherings.'

The twins move beside us like deadly shadows, their fury a living thing that makes the air vibrate. Pack members scatter from our ...