*Barbara*

She’s dead. I killed her. The fucking Breeder went and died on me when all I was trying to do was get her fat ass out of the bed and to Alpha Kane where she could be ransomed or some shit.

Now, what am I going to do?

Just as I am contemplating all of my life’s choices, the monstrosity of a Breeder inhales a deep breath, and her lips start to turn a little less blue.

“Oh, thank the Moon Goddess,” I murmur. Either she truly died and is back to life ...