_Alyssa's POV_
The next morning, I woke up to a soft knock at the door. Logan was already up, moving around the room as he got dressed. He glanced at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “The elder is here,” he said quietly. “Xavier just called.”
I nodded, sitting up and wrapping the blanket tighter around me. My heart pounded with a mix of hope and anxiety. Would this elder, Yara, really be able to help us?
A few minutes later, we met Yara in the packhouse's living room. She was nothing like I had imagined. She stood tall, her back straight, with an air of quiet authority. Her long, silver hair was braided neatly down her back, and her sharp green eyes seemed to see everything. Despite her age, she moved with grace, dressed in a simple, flowing black robe.
“Alpha Logan,” she greete
