Side Story 4.107 - The Ridge

Johanis' POV 

Someone was breathing on me.

I didn’t mean like... peacefully. Not the warm, loving kind of breath that says ‘Good morning, dear sibling of mine, I bring you cinnamon buns and emotional support.'

No.

This was chaotic breath. Morning breath. Too-close-to-my-face breath.

Then came the whisper.

“Rise, Alpha of the Blankets.”

I groaned. Why on Goddess’ name!? It's still so early!

“Johaaa,” came a second voice—higher pitched, overly chipper, too full of menace for this hour.

I cracked one eye open and was immediately greeted by Lily’s upside-down face. She was hanging off the top bunk like a deranged bat, hair a mess, glitter still stuck to her