_Alyssa's POV_
I stood by the door, clutching the small bag of white powder the witch had given me. It felt light in my hands, almost too light for something so important. She had performed a spell on it, a protection spell, and told me that once I sprinkled it around Logan’s pack territory, the rogues wouldn’t be able to cross the line. It sounded almost too good to be true, but I had no other choice. I had to trust her. I had to protect them—protect him.
Before I left, she had also given me an amulet. “Wear this,” she said softly as she held it out to me. It was a small pendant shaped like a crescent moon, glowing faintly in the dim light. The metal looked ancient, as if it had been passed down through generations. Intricate symbols were etched into its surface, symbols I didn’t recogn
