Logan's POV

"No." The word comes out harder than I intend. "We're not trading you to rogues. End of discussion."

Moira's eyes flash with frustration. "This isn't your decision to make alone, Logan."

"Like hell it isn't," Lucas growls, moving to stand beside me. "You're our mate. Our Luna. We don't negotiate your life."

"And Connor is your son!" Moira snaps back, her voice rising. "Or does that only matter when it's ...