_Alyssa's POV_
I wandered aimlessly through the streets, not caring where I ended up. The weight of everything pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless. I had lost everything—my mate, my home, my mother. I couldn’t stop thinking about Logan’s face when he told me to leave. The coldness in his voice, the finality of his words, they echoed in my mind, making it impossible to think of anything else. I had hurt him in the worst way possible, and now I had to live with that.
The world around me felt distant, like I was moving in slow motion while everyone else passed by in a blur. Cars honked, people walked past me without a second glance, but none of it registered. My mind was stuck on the moment Logan told me to pack my things and go. I kept replaying it over and over, hoping that may
