~Lyra~
As the lights dimmed, only a few illuminating the stage, the auction officially began.
Cecelia stood at the microphone, her voice heavy as she spoke of the wolves who had been attacked by rogues, their lives forever changed.
The crowd erupted in applause. I clapped too, though just a few soft times.
One by one, the valuable auction items were displayed on the stage, paddles raised in every corner of the room.
As the auction continued, some "old friends” from my past began to approach and greet me, some mocking, the rest with pity in their eyes.
Just as I thought there will be no more drama, a glass of wine was suddenly slammed onto my table. A tall, middle-aged wolf in a suit sitting down beside me. The heavy scent of cologne filled the air, almost making me gag.
"Lyra, do y
