Moira's POV

The forest floor is soaked with Maya's blood.

I drop to my knees between Logan and Lucas, my heart hammering against my ribs as I take in the damage. Maya's face is gray as ash, her breath coming in wet, gurgling gasps that make my stomach clench with terror.

'She's dying. She saved Logan and now she's dying.'

"Maya." I reach for her with trembling hands, pressing my palms against her torso where dark blood seeps through her clothes. "Stay with us. ...