Moira's POV

The silence stretches between us like a held breath as we watch Victoria's figure disappear toward the gate. We stand outside the pack house, the afternoon air cool against my skin as security patrol moves in measured patterns across the grounds.

"Should we be worried about Victoria?" Logan asks, his voice carrying that careful tone he uses when he's trying not to influence my answer.

I shift my weight, my ribs protesting the movement. "No need," I say, and for ...