Alex's POV
Sleep was a myth, a delusion, and a fantasy told by gods who had clearly never spent the night in a room with four snoring boys.
The mattress, or whatever sick joke the academy considered a bed, was harder than stone, so not only was my back aching, my ribs were sore from the tight bandages, and to make everything worse, I was crammed into a stuffy box of a room with enough testosterone to choke a fully grown wolf, but none of that was what kept me awake.
It was the snoring. The loud, aggressive, and alarmingly rhythmic snoring, as if my roommates had formed some offbeat harmony in their sleep.
I’d never shared a room with boys before, and I knew it’d be rough, but nothing had prepared me for the absolute auditory warfare I was enduring.
Rowan was the worst, because he kep
