Logan's POV

The mate bond connection fades to silence, leaving me gasping in the command tent as Moira's presence slips away like smoke. My hands shake as I grip the edge of the tactical table, Lucas beside me equally shattered by the loss of her voice.

'Tomorrow at sunset.'

"Logan." Lucas's voice cracks with desperate hope and terror. "She has a plan. Those omega women—"

"I know." I force my tactical mind to engage past the ache ...