Moira's POV

The emergency link from Lucas hits me like lightning: 'Eastern boundary breach. Unknown scents. Stay inside.' My first instinct is pure irritation—I'm not some delicate flower to be hidden away—but the babies choose that moment to kick so hard I gasp, reminding me that my safety isn't just about me anymore.

'Damn it. I hate being sidelined.'

The force of their movement makes me grip the edge of my desk, breath catching at the ...