Moira's POV

Another contraction rips through me and magic explodes outward. The lights flicker. Equipment sparks. Maya's hands glow as she redirects the surge away from the medical devices.

"You're doing great." Logan's voice cuts through the haze. His hand grips mine. The mate bond pulses between us, steady and grounding.

Lucas is on my other side, his presence fierce and protective. "Almost there."

The bond with both of them ...