_Alyssa's POV_
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy. My body was still sore from the wolfsbane, and I could barely sit up in bed without wincing. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, warm and gentle, but my heart was heavy. I couldn’t stop thinking about the danger that still lurked out there. Damon and Angela were free, and that thought gnawed at me constantly.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. Everything was so tangled. The guilt weighed heavily on me, more than anyone could understand. Logan didn’t know the truth. He didn’t know what had happened in the other timeline—that Angela had manipulated him into killing me, and that I had been forced to come back to the past to change everything.
I sighed, pushing myself o
