_Alyssa's POV_
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. For a moment, I forgot where I was. But as my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, reality came crashing back. I was still in Logan's mansion, still trapped in this twisted situation.
I sat up slowly, stretching my arms before glancing toward the adjoining door that led to Logan's room. Curiosity got the best of me and I tiptoed over to the door, cracking it open just enough to peek inside. His bed was empty, neatly made as if he hadn’t slept in it at all. Maybe he had gone to one of those pack meetings he always seemed to be having.
Relieved that Logan wasn’t around, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I hadn’t checked it since last night, and when I saw the screen, my heart sank
