ARIA'S POV
The auction hall was buzzing with excitement as I quietly made my way into the shadows, feeling both excited and nervous.
It was finally the day of the auction, and the room was packed with all the faces I had expected and some I hadn’t.
The tension in the atmosphere was thick. Everyone was here for one thing, and one thing only: the Tears of the Moonstone.
From my corner, I watched them all. They were gathered in small clusters, speaking quietly but with intensity, discussing in hushed whispers about the artefact.
There was a sense of desperation, almost greed, that filled the room, as if the Tears of the Moonstone was more than just a piece of jewelry. To them, it was power, magic, something that could change everything.
"I heard it enhances the speed of werewolves," one
