Olive's POV
I woke up before first light but I highly doubt I slept at all. The mosquitoes feasted on our bare flesh and the cold was borderline freezing.
If a human slept in this condition, they'd simply not wake up the next morning. Werewolves had higher immunity to both illnesses, flesh injuries and harsh weather conditions, so we got lucky.
I felt my eyes burning. We had slept with the contact lens on, my eyes were probably bloodshot.
"Guys", I nudged Freya whose head was still on my shoulders. "Wake up"
Freya slapped my hand away. "It's still early", she groaned.
"Well, not any more. We're servants now, remember?"
She slowly opened her eyes, blinking rapidly. "s**t", she pressed a hand on her eyes.
"Hurts like a b***h"
The pain made her slap Dave awake. We watched as he jump
