Lucas's POV

The bedroom door slams behind me as I stride through our suite, still buzzing with post-training adrenaline. Sweat clings to my skin, and my muscles ache in that satisfying way that comes from pushing limits.

"Moira?" I call out, pulling my shirt over my head. "You in here, baby?"

The sound that reaches me stops me dead.

Sobbing. Raw, broken sobbing coming from our bedroom.

My wolf snarls to life, protective ...