Moira's POV

Sleep never comes.

I lie in the guest room at Jaxon's house, staring at shadows that shift across the ceiling. Through the partially open window, voices carry from the main house—Logan and Lucas, their argument muffled by distance but sharp with tension.

My fingers twist in the sheets. 'How many times have they fought because of me?'

The numbers pile up in my head. Eight warriors dead. Forty-three total casualties. Pack ...