Anna's POV
The way I’m enjoying my sleep this morning, I find myself praying not to wake up. It’s too peaceful, too soft, like I’m floating. But that prayer doesn’t last long. Just as the sleep gets deeper, something smacks my face—hard, like a stone. My eyes fly open in shock, my stomach twisting.
And there she is.
Piper.
She’s standing at the foot of my bed, rolling up clothes like stones in her hands, preparing to hurl another one at my face. Her expression is sharp, angry.
She’s about to throw a second bundle when she realizes I’m awake. Her arm drops, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Do you realize what time it is and you’re still sleeping?” she seethes.
I stare at her, confused. Wasn’t she the same girl Alpha Dylan yelled at yesterday? He even said she would be my ma
