Moira's POV

The exhaustion hits me like a physical weight. My body feels hollowed out, drained in ways I've never experienced before. Every muscle aches with the memory of transformation, and my bones feel like they're made of wet sand.

"You should rest," Logan says gently, his voice cutting through the fog in my head. "Your body needs time to recover from the shift."

I don't argue. Can't argue. I sink back against the hospital pillows, my ...