Logan's POV

The silence in the hospital room feels fragile, like breathing too hard might shatter whatever trust we've started building with our mate.

Moira sits propped up against the pillows, her green eyesthe one that isn't swollen shutdarting between Lucas and me with nervous uncertainty. She's still processing what we told her, still fighting the disbelief that someone like us could want someone like her.

'She has no idea how wrong she is ...