EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

Morning comes so quickly and it's like I never even slept in the first place. My eyes are heavy and my body feels like a log of wood was placed on me throughout the night.

I sit up and look through the window beside my bed and the sun is almost out. I know it's my cue to get up and get ready so I head to the bathroom first to get my teeth cleaned.

Once I'm done, I go to the washing machine and take out the clothes I left there yesterday. They're rinsed and all I need to do is get them dried so I leave for the small courtyard behind the house and hang them all on the dryer.

Once I'm done, I go straight to Mark's room and he's still sound asleep. I feel sorry that I will have to interrupt his good morning sleep and drag him with me to see a bloody and violent fight but I have no choice in this. I'm a refugee in an enemy's pack and our lives are on the line.

No matter how hard-headed I claim to be, I still have to do as Alpha Luggard wants.

I go towards Mark and sit beside