Chapter 15 Shift For Us, Feeder!

• Emory
• “This is her?” a blonde woman with a pointy nose asks, her raised finger barely sharper than her beak. “This is the fucking breeder?”
• I take a deep breath, not wanting any trouble. I am obviously outnumbered, and while I have no problem kicking Opal’s ass and her friends’ asses, I have a feeling I can’t take Prince Lex and Prince Jacob. Not at the same time anyway. I imagine they’ve both got some sort of warrior training.