_Alyssa's POV_
I stared at the small trail of blood in the grass, my body frozen. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I was seeing, but nothing seemed real. The old woman’s warning from last night echoed in my mind, louder now, as if it was a bad omen finally revealing its full meaning.
“Alyssa, we need to leave. Now,” Logan urged, his voice tense.
I shook my head, barely registering what he said. “We can’t leave,” I whispered, still staring at the blood. “We need to know what happened to her.”
Logan stepped in front of me, his hands gripping my arms gently but firmly. “Alyssa, listen to me. It’s dangerous. We should go back, get the guards, and then come back. We don’t know what’s going on here.”
I pulled away from him, frustration bubbling up inside me. “No! We can’t just le
