To wishing we never woke up

Morpheus stood at the balcony staring at the sky. This wasn't what he hoped for when he woke up from his sleep. 

It kelt replaying in his mind how much things had changed. Almost made him wish thar he handy woken up to begin with. The fights and everything else in between was getting to him. 

He tried to talk to Marcus like a civilised hybrid thar he was and got pushed away. Morpheus could not begin to express how much it hurt him to hear Marcus say that he was seeing that werewitch.

Before he went to sleep, everything was his but after waking up everything that used to belong to him was gone. Reina was in love with Bran and was making it work with him. 

Half his Queens were dead from the night that he turned into a vampire and the other half had moved on with their lives. His mother and sister were another subject.