"I want him in the cells by sunrise."

"Yes, Alpha."

Another yawn escapes me. It's becoming harder and harder for me to remain awake. I curl closer into Christopher, searching for any sort of comfort. Now that I'm focusing on all of the sleep I haven't been getting and the supernatural reason why, my complete exhaustion finally sets in. I'm whiny and emotional, and my eyelids keep closing every few seconds just for me to jerk myself awake. I know that if I fall asleep, I'll have another nightmare which could be more detrimental to my health.

"Madeline, any suggestions for the time being?" Christopher asks. He directs the question...