Pip barely slept. When he did, nightmares of Krey being a half-wolf, half-human, chasing him through the dark woods woke him in a cold sweat.
Every time Pip fell back to sleep, he dove into the same nightmare.
At four in the morning, he decided to sit by his windowsill and wait for the sun.
The worst part about his nightmare was waking up and remembering that Krey, the wolf-human thing, was real.
His alarm went off at 7:30 am. Pip was far too tired and too lost in his mind to even think about going to college. His aunt nearly dragged him out of his bedroom until Pip started crying and pleading for her to leave him alone.
Pip didn't feel well either. His head hurt, his throat was sore, his nose was blocked, and his temperature was temperamental for most of the morning.
When lunchtime arrived, and Pip thought about surfacing from under his duvet to make soup, someone sent him a text.
The hairs on the back of Pip's neck stood on end.