Keith and Krolia have now been out for roughly a year and one month, poor Bellatrix and Kolivan are so lonely. Lance hates Lotor's guts, Shiro has been spending a lot of time with his lady friend Zanthea. Right now Bellatrix and Zanthea were walking to the mess hall to find their mother and they found her talking to Lotor at the table, what they suddenly froze, they caught the horrifying sight of their mother snacking on some cookies that only Hunk makes.

"Oh my..." Zanthea gasped silently.

"Gods!" Bellatrix panicked.

The two teenaged girls ran out of the mess hall to cry leaving Lotor and Elara very confused. 

"What was that all about?" Lotor asked.

"They're just like that sometimes." Elara sighed. It was only a matter of time until the dreadful Galran instinct took over Elara's pretty little head.

Weeks later-

Poor Elara woke up horribly sick and Zarkon just thought she had a little flu but no, that was definitely not it. She had already dry heaved at least two times, but was currently in bed feeling very dizzy. Zarkon for some grinned like the Cheshire Cat, that in itself was enough for Elara to comprehend the whole thing, by instinct she already knew 'sickness' was.

"I'm gonna kill you... but not right now, I don't feel like getting up." she groaned. Zarkon would be lying if he said he didn't get scared for a moment.

"If it's a girl I might have to leave." Zarkon said.

"You will do no such thing." Elara said seriously.

"Of course I won't... You'd kill me before I'd get the chance." Zarkon said.

"Yes I would now get me something to eat I'm starving." Elara said. Zarkon's eyes went wide as he realized how much suffered the entire family go through.

"I'm going to suffer." Zarkon whispered as he approached the doors.

"I can hear you, you overgrown, cat-phobic, shriveled up reptile." Elara growled.

"I've created a monster...."