Maya's POV

The tension in the underground prison stretches tight as piano wire as I study the faces around the remnants of Casper's smoking table. Lucas stands rigid beside Moira, his protective instincts radiating off him in waves. The young Luna's hand rests protectively over her still-flat stomach where three precious lives grow.

"Logan will be dangerous," I say, breaking the silence. My voice carries the weight of five decades fighting supernatural ...