Moira's POV

The exhaustion hits me like a physical weight. My body feels hollowed out, every muscle aching with the memory of transformation.

"You should rest," Logan says gently. "Your body needs time to recover from the shift."

I don't argue. I sink back against the hospital pillows, my eyelids already heavy.

The sound of their footsteps fades as they leave, but my mind won't quiet. How did Lila find us? She'd been recording—had ...