Riley

I pounded on the door. "Melody, please, let me out." Whatever had made my best friend lock me up, there had to be a way to reason with her.

Was it money troubles? She'd complained about overdue bills earlier, but I would've never believed that she'd sell me out.

Then again, what if she was more in debt than she had let on? I bet the price for a breeding-age female was pretty high among the Roulex from everything I'd learned and experienced since ...