Moira’s POV

"We're going after her. Tonight." Lucas's voice cuts through the hospital room like a blade, his jaw set with deadly determination.

Logan doesn't look up from adjusting my IV line. "The Supreme Council arrives in two days. We wait for their approval."

"Approval?" Lucas's laugh comes out harsh. "Victoria tortured our mate. She's planning something worse. Every hour we wait gives her more time to—"

"To what?" Logan finally meets his twin's eyes. "She's ...