The masquerade ball part2

Dimitri's Point Of View

The room smells of cigarettes and whiskey-- as the auctioneer coordinated the bid organized by Rafael. A young girl in a torn dress, stood, with a chain clinging tightly around her neck. The auction was nothing more than a slave trade, Rafael was selling werewolves and human alike--- men, women and children, like they were just a bunch of animals. It was just disgusting.

"Thirty-five thousand, five hundred." Rashnikov said, lifting up a board. He was the Alpha of a little pack up north, the skull pack, nothing more than mafias in furry clothing if you asked me. His mate looked quite decent, Antonia was her name, I saw her approaching my little witch before I left.

"Thirty-five thousand five hundred dollars, going…" the auctioneer spoke, searching for anyone with a higher bid among the crowd of Alphas.

"Fifty thousand!" Another pathetic alpha chorused, countering the prior bid. His name was Chase, Alpha of the Nok pack, they moved from Africa, finally settling