Logan's POV

The packhouse office smells like coffee and exhaustion. I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples as Lucas paces behind me. Moira sits curled in the armchair by the window, one hand pressed to her rounded belly where our triplets shift restlessly.

'Home. We're finally home.'

But safety feels fragile after everything that happened at Silver Ridge. Cain's defeat and Victoria's death should've brought relief, but questions multiply ...