Under the Commands of A Full Moon Run (Re Starting)

Under the Commands of A Full Moon Run

Let's try this, one last time. If I don't like it...I'll give up on it

Chris pov.

Beep, beep, beep.

The sound of my alarm clock woke me from yet another dream. The same dream I'd been having for almost a month now. I didn't get it, why I kept reliving it over and over again. It frustrated me and stressed me out to no end. I threw the black, white, and red striped duvet off me and got up to take a shower. I turned the water as hot as I could get it, I had hoped to wash the remnants of the dream away, knowing that when I slept that night, it would only return just as vivid as every other night. My eighteenth birthday was around the corner as well. Added to that, the ceremony, and school, and him. I had to see him every day, I've had to see him every day for years. Why does it still hurt after all this time? It hurts even more after having that dream as well. I feel exhausted to no end. Is this how my life will end up? Miserable to no end. Would I ever be happy again?

I scoffed and turned the shower off. Having finished washing myself in the endless stream of water. I dried myself off and got dressed. My outfit consisted of grey skinny jeans, an asking alexandria tee shirt, and my belts that hung off my hips. I straightened my black hair a bit more so that it came down to my shoulders, and swapped my silver lip ring for the black one that Draco bought me not too long ago. I added some eye liner on in the mirror, noticing how it made my blueish grey eyes pop more in contrast to my pale skin. I picked up my ipod and plugged in my headphones, choosing ritual by black veil brides this morning. I grabbed my phone, wallet and school bag and headed out to school. I'd put my shoes on when I got to the door.

"Good morning Christopher, I made your favorite, bacon sausage and egg burritos with maple syrup." My father bribed. I hadn't talked to my parents since I started having my dream. So it's been about a month since I said a word to them. I just rolled my eyes and threw on my checkered vans and walked out the door. With my awesome hearing I could hear my parents talking about me as I started walking to the sidewalk. "What is wrong with that boy? At this point we might as well just pass the pack on to Alexander, or try to convince Draco to take the alpha role again." I'd heard my father say. "Shut up! I've had enough of this already. You two don't have to deal with his emotions like I do. You two don't even listen to me when I try to tell you anything! Yes there is something wrong with him, but you two just stand there and worry about the pack. It's always the pack. Go to the Elder council, or maybe, try asking him flat out what is wrong. But do not stand there and act all happy go lucky when it's blatantly obvious that he is not okay. And if you're not careful, you might just lose him." I overheard my brother chastise. I smirked as I walked the direction of school.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked over at Lexie. She was a short girl, if you could call her that really, with purple hair. She was sort of a friend you could say. In a way she was like my familiar. She belonged to the fae, but had wings like a butterfly. They specialized in happiness and partial guidance you could say. She'd been assigned to me a couple years ago by the Elder council. "Good morning wolf boy." She greeted in her sarcastic way, as was every day with her. "Good morning pixie chick." Was my sarcastic response to her. She grinned at me. "So pray tell what you are smirking for this glorious morning." She prodded me. "I overheard Draco scold our parents about me." I answered. "Ah, still rebelling I see." She teased me. I bumped her lightly as we finished our walk to school. We discussed her and her family drama. She was mad that her sister would be the head next year as her sister was turning twenty one in a few months. Her sister wasn't fit for it thought, and then Lexie would be next in line, however based off of how well Lexie could do her job, she should've been the next in line. " I want to just run away." She sighed as we walked through the school doors and headed to our lockers. I chuckled at her. "Then shall we run away my dear? I feel the same way. I don't want to inherit my pack, nor the rivalry that comes with it. We could go rouge and live our days out peacefully in Europe or something." I joked. She smiled in return. I had made her feel better.