Aria POV
"The bidding for the Ancestor’s Fang begins at three million credits!"
The Sentinel elder’s voice boomed off the stone walls of the sanctuary. He stood behind the altar, his robes sweeping the floor as he pointed a finger toward the crystal dome.
Inside the glass sat the bloody tooth.
It was the size of a dagger. Deep, dark red. Jagged lines cut through the enamel like frozen lightning. It pulsed with old, heavy power.
The founding relic of the Blue-Claw Pack.
I looked at it. My chest tightened. I knew that fang. I had seen it locked behind iron bars in the deepest part of the Blue-Claw estate. Julian’s father used to say he would kill anyone who touched it. Now, it was sitting on a velvet cushion like a cheap trinket.
Chloe sat three rows ahead of me. She did not look back
