In Pieces-Tika

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sounds in the room are so annoying. I wish that someone would just turn it off so that I can go back to sleep. I don’t want to get up. I make myself turn over away from the errant noise as I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. I just need more sleep. I don’t want anything else right now. Quiet and sleep sound so good but that insistent beeping just wont stop. I groan as I smash my face into my pillow.

“She seems to be waking up. Maybe when she does, can tell us what to do” I hear as someone whispers. You would think that they would know to whisper quieter if they didn’t want someone to hear them. Women normally gossip much better than this.

“She has to know what to do. We still don’t even know what happened. We all felt the transfer. She is now our alpha. With him gone now, she is the only one that we can turn to” This time it’s a mans voice speaking. I cant help but frown because I know that voice.

As I think hard about where I know the voice images start to flas