Lucas's POV

Sunlight cuts through the bedroom curtains, hitting Moira's pink and lavender hair spread across my chest. Logan lies on her other side, his arm protective over her belly. The mate bond hums warm between us—whole again after yesterday's nightmare.

'Time to move.'

I shift carefully, but Moira stirs anyway. Those emerald eyes flutter open, immediately alert.

"Ready?" she asks, voice rough with sleep but ...