Maya's POV

The fire crackles in the sitting room's hearth, casting dancing shadows across Moira's face as she curls deeper into the oversized armchair. Logan and Lucas's voices drift from the kitchen where they're on yet another call with Rex about integrating magical knowledge into pack training.

'How many ways can they discuss the same tactical applications?' I settle into the chair across from her, watching how the firelight catches the pink and lavender ...