Maya's POV

Logan's office feels smaller with the weight of truth pressing against its walls. The mahogany desk gleams under fluorescent lights, covered with pack documents and coffee-stained reports that suddenly seem insignificant. I study Moira's face—pale, tired, one hand resting protectively over her growing belly where three lives pulse with power that could reshape everything. Dark circles shadow her emerald eyes, evidence of sleepless nights and the magical ...