Moira’s POV

"Wait." Lucas stops abruptly outside a nondescript storage building near the compound's edge. "Do you hear that?"

I strain my ears, filtering out the distant sounds of cleanup and surrender. There—faint but unmistakable—the sound of muffled crying.

'Child crying.'

Logan kicks the door hard enough to splinter the frame. The heavy steel swings wide to reveal a dimly lit storage room filled with boxes and ...