The private auction hall buzzed with chatter, every seat filled with high-ranking wolves and elites. The event hadn’t even started, yet the air was thick with anticipation.
Kane finally stepped into his private VIP box just as the lights dimmed.
“You’re late,” Jennifer said without looking at him, her fingers flipping through the auction catalog.
“I got held up with work,” he replied, voice low.
Jennifer’s brows drew together. “Kane, this auction is about the future heir of the Rockclaw Pack. That should be your top priority.”
She held up the catalog, tapping on a picture with her perfectly manicured nail. “This silver rattle symbolizes a pureblood lineage. It’s used to bless and protect the next Alpha from the moment they take their first breath.”
The auctioneer’s voice rang out acr
