Moira's POV

I sink deeper into the couch cushions, remote in hand, flipping through channels without really seeing anything. The glow from the screen flickers across the dim living room, but my mind wanders to the refugees settling in—another day of trying to make this pack feel like home for everyone who's lost theirs.

The door bursts open, and Lucas storms in, his grip tight on Lila Morrison's arm. She stumbles behind him, her platinum hair disheveled, ...