POV (ANYA)
I let out a yawn, as the sun was just starting to peek through my bedroom window, while the soft sounds of early morning traffic could be heard outside. Somewhere nearby a kettle was whistling, instantly making me groan, as I rolled over and snuggled my face into my pillow. It was too damn early for all this noise and my head was still ringing from last night. Wait, a minute, traffic? There was no traffic anywhere near the MoonWalker Pack lands. Then what was I hearing?
"Good Morning, Anya." A voice said, as I turned to see Bash sitting in a chair drinking a cup of coffee, as if nothing was unusual about this situation. "How did you sleep?"
I could hardly put sentences together, as I watched him casually walked over to me and close my gapping mouth. "Calm down little wolf,
