Moira's POV

The packhouse feels different when we return—heavier somehow, like the walls themselves absorbed the weight of what we witnessed today. Logan and Lucas move through the motions of checking security reports and fielding pack business, but their shoulders carry the burden of Nolan's death like physical chains.

I watch them from the kitchen doorway as they sit at the dining table, papers scattered between them. Lucas stares blankly at a patrol ...