_Alyssa's POV_
I gasped when the witch appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were burning with fury. She raised her hand, chanting words which I didn’t understand. I watched in horror as Logan, who had just freed me, suddenly staggered. His body bent forward, and he fell to one knee, his face twisted in pain.
“Logan!” I cried, reaching out to him. But he couldn’t respond. His hands were gripping his sides. His entire body was shaking as if something was tearing him apart from the inside.
The witch’s voice grew louder and more sinister. I could feel the pressure building in the air. It pressed against me, heavy and suffocating. I stumbled back, my head spinning. What was she doing to him? How was I supposed to stop her?
"Please... stop," I whispered. I was barely able to speak through the p
