Maxwell’s POV
Midnight. Invitation in hand, I cross the border of the Shadow Pack and step into the gilded, opulent Dusk Auction Hall, a place teeming with the elite.
Plenty of ranked wolves have an appetite for s*x slaves, but they don't dare show their faces at an infamous gala like this. They send proxies to avoid tarnishing their pristine reputations. Tonight is no exception. Despite the hype, few attend in person.
I am the exception. I don't care.
My reputation hit rock bottom three years ago, after a loss of control someone framed me for, and the bloody pack wars that followed.
When they'll condemn you for anything, it means you can do everything.
I stride toward my designated seat. The wolves in my path fall silent, parting fearfully to create a clear way for me.
I move to si
