_Logan's POV_
I walked back to the pack house, my mind heavy with everything Damon had said. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the fire of anger and fear burning inside me. I needed a plan, and I needed it fast. Alyssa's life was in danger, and I had to figure out how to save her without giving Damon what he wanted.
As I entered the house, the silence weighed on me. Everyone was either asleep or too deep in their own worries to bother with conversation. I made my way toward the study, hoping to gather my thoughts, when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I looked up and saw Alyssa’s mother, Susan, standing there. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red from crying. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Logan,” she said, her voice shaking. “Is there any news? Have yo
