The Last Daughter novel Chapter 2

   "Xyra, Xyra, wake up," someone whispered. I groaned.

   "Ten more hours,"

   "Xyra, you have been sleeping for three days, it's time you wake up," the person insisted.

   "Just ten more hours," I pleaded. I threw the covers over my head, only to have them yanked away. "Oh, let me sleep," I whined.

   "Xyra, darling, you have to eat at some point,"

   "Must I eat? I want to sleep," I murmured. Another person chuckled.

   "Finally found someone who took over from you," dad, that was dad's voice.

   "Just wake her up already, she has to eat. Look at how thin she is. My wolf won't stop nagging me to get more flesh into her pup, wake her up." The first person was mom. I opened my eyes, raised my head and looked at them over my shoulder. Mum sat at the side of the bed, the comforter in her hands, while dad stood close to her.

   "Good morning, beautiful, rise and shine?" I threw my head back on the pillow with a puff. Dad chuckled again. "Come on, princess, wake up, your sisters want to see you,"

   "And your friends miss you," mum added. I snorted.

   "Zephyr is still pretty much dead on her bed, same as Moira. The only one up would be April," I said as a matter of fact. Dad laughed while mum growled, or rather, her wolf.

   "Xyra, stand up so I can feed you!" I turned on my back and whined.

   "I don't want to be fed, I want to sleep,"

   "Yup, definitely like you, Eleanor,"

   "Stop encouraging her," mum snapped, "now get her up," I sat up before dad did whatever he wanted. "Better. Now wash up. I left some of my old clothes for you in the wardrobe, get into one. Later when I see some improvement in your weight, you can go shopping with your friends. Now stand up,"

   "Then I can sleep?" It was the first time in my entire life I was allowed to sleep for straight 72 hours. I need more but no, mum won't let me.

   "No, you already slept enough," mum snapped.

   "Says the woman who sleeps for six days without shaking," dad murmured. Mum glared at him.

   "Don't encourage her or you are grounded,"

   "You can't ground me, I'm your husband, not your kid," mum gave him a bored look, "yes, ma, I'll go back to work immediately. Bye, princess," dad waved at me before scurrying out. Mum turned her bored look to me. If she could ground dad, then who am I to disobey?