Raven's POV
Ding. Ding.
Surprisingly, the blaring sound of my alarm jolted me awake—this was a first—in the past I'd end of switching of the damn alarm and drifted back to sleep. But today was different. I groaned, blinking against the dim morning light flickering in through the dormitory curtains. 5:30 AM. f**k! I had to hurry.
I threw off the blankets and jumped out of bed, my muscles sore for reasons only Moon Goddess knows. Maybe from f*****g myself yesterday, I don't know. I rushed into the bathroom, freshened up quickly, splashing cold water on my face to keep myself awake.
My red hair was a tangled mess, but I didn't have the time to brush it. I realized there was no need to. I wasn't going for a fashion show, was I?
Vaughan had told me the previous day to get to the field by
