*Ali POV*
A pounding on my door jolts me out of sleep. The cool air in the room envelops me as I toss away my blankets. I quietly curse whoever is at the door. As I move around in the darkroom, I rely on my memory and senses to guide me through the pitch black. The end of my bed makes way to a clear path straight to the door. If I can make it to the path, I can make it to the door with no lights needed.
“Oof-” I stumble forward over fabric that I know had not been there before as I lurch forward, hands reach out to stop my descent, but I slip through them, landing roughly on what I presume is someone’s stomach.
“What the f**k?” The groggy voice of Alpha Wade says. I freeze in surprise as I scramble to find my footing. I continue to slip on the silky sleeping bag below and the knocking
