Logan's POV

The surgical doors swing shut behind Moira's gurney, and the silence that follows feels like a weight pressing down on my chest. I watch until she disappears completely, then stand there staring at the empty hallway.

My wolf paces restlessly, whining with anxiety. The mate bond stretches thin between us, muffled by the anesthesia but still there—a lifeline I'm clinging to.

I turn back toward the waiting area. Lucas sits forward in ...