Axel
Since sleep had decided to betray me, I figured I might as well betray my liver in return. A bottle of Jack Daniels seemed like the next best companion for a sleepless night.
I made my way to the pantry in my room, grabbing the familiar glass bottle. At first, I drank slowly, savoring the burn as it coated my throat. But patience had never been my virtue, and soon enough, I was drowning myself in the amber liquid.
The stupid thing wasn’t even working.
The curse of being a Lycan: no matter how much poison I poured into my system, my body refused to surrender to the bliss of intoxication. Other creatures had it easy. A few shots and they were spilling secrets and making poor decisions. The worst thing that would happen to me was waking up with an exhausted spirit.
And just as I anticipated, I woke up feeling like shit. My limbs were heavy as my body sank into the mattress. I didn't have the strength to get up, much less go downstairs and pretend to be interested in breakfast.
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