Maya was sleeping on clouds, and her pillow was made of feathers. She floated through the sky as different colorful birds occasionally landed on her arm.
Their chirping was music to her ears, and Maya knew she never wanted to leave the clouds. It was so soft; she couldn't remember the last time she had lain on something so soft.
"Wake up!" One of the birds said.
Her brows furrowed a little as she stared at the bird with green feathers and a yellow beak. She was certain this kind of bird didn't speak. It wasn't a parrot; it was smaller. Besides, if it spoke, shouldn't the voice be softer?
"Wake up!" The bird said again, and this time Maya was pulled upward, away from the clouds.
Her eyes flew open, and she locked eyes with Keenan standing over the bed with his palm wrapped around her wrist, holding her upward.
"Alpha," she called out in confusion. She was still too sleepy to remember what had happened the night before.
