Stay awake

Prologue

Lux Clare POV

This curse. Why wont it leave me alone. I've been keeping my eyes open for weeks. A werewolf can only last 21 days without food and sleep.

No one even cares that my parents were murdered by rouges.

We left the Moonlight pack when I was five, allowed to live privately by the council.

I mean, i don't care if move to the city or something, but smack bang in the middle of fracking nowhere???

Were my parents intention to die in the first place?

Whenever i closed my eyes, my dreams tear a bit off my heart every time.

The first time my dream came to life was when I was still in the pack and dreamt that my teacher stuck her finger inside a sharpener and shaved her skin off.

But then it became more dangerous. Kids started running away from their packs.

Alphas destroyed half of their people.

My parents got shredded apart.

They used to make pills out of herbs that stopped me from having dreams at all.

Now since they're gone.

I've got zilch. Oh joy.

Now i have to try and live another week for another ration of food

Not that i wanted live anymore..... I just don't want to.

Alpha Apollo's POV

Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice....

Ugh.

Why is there no apple juice.

I took out the orange never the less and drank it straight the carton. Bleh.

What is this made of.. urine?

"What's wrong hon"?

I look behind me a shoot my "mate" a fake smile.

I have another mate to take the role luna since I couldn't find mine in 16 years.

Raven's mate died in war ago she unfortunately had to go with me. I'd be glad if i was her dead mate. No one wants to listen to her screechy voice.

"Um. Nothing"? But it came out more as a question.

She raise an eyebrow and slowly walk towards me with a seductive smile.

"Oh please, i know there's something wrong. Let me fix it". I shudder in disgust as she ran her twig fingers down my chest.

But of course she didnt get the message. She kept leaning forward lying her head in the gape of my neck.

Ewewewewewewewew. I'd rather drink a gallon of orange juice.

Please moon goddess.

I could feel her greasy lips cover my mark. Not her lip gloss again.

I literally had enough.

I tried to think of an excuse that wouldn't hurt her feelings. I need to tinkle? Yuck no. She'll come with me.

My parents are calling me? Yea— oh wait i dont have any...

The bacon is burning. I look at the bacon on the pan and its legit starting to burn.

Ok come on. You got one shot.

You might be like 'whattt, the big bad royal wolf is scared of a puny woman'.