Moira's POV

Both twins stride through the wreckage in perfect synchronization, their movements fluid and deadly. Lucas on the left, Logan on the right—two predators who don't need words to coordinate their hunt.

Relief floods my chest so intensely my vision blurs. Through our mate bond, I feel their rage—twin furnaces of fury that make the air around them shimmer with heat.

The twins take in the scene with predatory calculation—my reopened wounds, blood soaking ...