_Alyssa's POV_
Logan helped me stand, his arm still wrapped around me protectively. Ray gave a few orders, and the guards carefully lifted the old woman’s body, taking her to the morgue. It felt surreal. I kept staring at her lifeless form, knowing that she had died because of me. The thought clawed at my chest, leaving me breathless.
"We’ll take care of her, Alyssa," Logan said gently. "I’ll make arrangements for her funeral."
I nodded, though it didn’t feel like anything could be taken care of. The guilt was too heavy, sinking deeper inside me. She had been like a mother to me, and now, because of me, she was gone.
Logan continued. "I am calling a meeting with the surrounding Alphas. We need to warn them and see if any of them can help. Angela and the witch are too powerful to fac
