You're gunna have to kill me first

The old woman eyed him, huffing softly. Oh boo-hoo he cared. No one cared about her, not ever. Perhaps Colten did, but that was a whole other topic. Ekko was old and tired, and very heavily pregnant. Maybe it was the hormones that made her so bold, but she stood up and went over to the colourful boy, stretching her tiny neck up to growl as close to his face as she could. "Do whatever the fuck you want, boy. I will. Not. Fight," she spat. Even if the stupid bitch killed her, she wouldn't care. For hells sake she didn't even mind if Cataleya killed her. She was not going to fight if she didn't want to, she was not going to even defend herself. Well maybe at this point she wouldn't actually mind fighting, it would be nice to sink her teeth into a nice piece of meat. Oh gods. The woman shook her head and blew out a sharp breath, listening as it whistled between her clenched teeth. What in the world was happening to her?