47. Slave

Ella’s POV

What exactly is this place?

Auctioning werewolf is illegal, devoid of human rights. Whether it's the Blood Moon pack or the Blue River Tribe, such things would never occur.

The auctioneer's smooth voice echoed continuously in the room, exciting and anticipating the audience. I strained to capture snippets of conversation, hoping to glean some clues about what was happening or why I was here.

"It's truly a rare specimen," whispered a distinguished middle-aged man sitting in the front row, his eyes predatory as they locked onto me. "I must add her to my collection."

"Indeed, she would make a wonderful addition to any family," replied another woman sharply, her features sharp, her gaze calculating. "Of course, provided the price is right."

They each had a placard on their seats indicating their respective identities and species; the man was a vampire count antique collector, while the woman was a nightclub cat shifter.

The dwarf on the stage nodded in agreement, a smirk