Logan's POV

The surgical doors swing shut behind Moira's gurney, and the silence that follows feels like a weight pressing down on my chest. I watch until she disappears completely around the corner, then stand there staring at the empty hallway like an idiot.

'She's going to be fine. Dr. Flynn is the best surgeon in three territories.'

But my wolf paces restlessly, whining with anxiety every few seconds. The mate bond stretches thin between us, ...