-Michael-
I can’t f*****g sleep. I know that the alpha training ground is supposed to make the boys grow into men and all that, but this place is dreadful. They’re not getting adequate nutrition. What’s the point of putting the youngest kids out in tents and the older ones inside? This entire setup is stupid as s**t.
I’m thankful Andrew decided to hunt. I wanted to, but I can’t leave the heir. At least we got some kind of actual nutrition, because the slop was atrocious. It tasted terrible and smelled just as bad.
“Would you go to sleep?” Andrew grumbles from the other side of the tent.
I sigh. “Sorry. I can’t.”
“Something is off with the food here,” he tells me, keeping his voice low.
“I completely agree with that. Perhaps we take the boys to hunt during the moon tomorrow
