_Alyssa's POV_
I burst through the trees, and the scene before me was worse than I had imagined. Rogues were everywhere, attacking members of the pack. Wolves were fighting, blood staining the ground. The packhouse loomed in the distance, but it was surrounded—Logan’s warriors were struggling to hold back the flood of enemies.
I didn’t have time to hesitate. I sprinted toward the nearest group of rogues, the bottle clutched tightly in my mouth. I leapt into the fray, spraying the liquid on the rogues as I landed. The effect was immediate—they snarled in pain, their movements becoming sluggish as the potion took hold.
But there were too many of them.
I dodged a snapping set of jaws, spraying another group of rogues before turning toward the heart of the fight. My eyes scanned the chaos,
