Gabe
Raith was uneasy. Of all the creatures he could possibly have issue with, he was glaring daggers at the humans.
Not the sorcerers or demons, or anyone else.
Alex must have forgotten the plan when they walked up. Raith was supposed to go in on his own. They weren’t even supposed to be seen. By the time Gabe tried to tell him, it was too f*****g late.
But the way everyone is watching them, the way they’re watching Raith, it’s for the best that they came in.
Alex is watching everyone, looking for the prick they all came to find.
The bimbo from the front door announces herself and mentions the programs in the middle of each table.
Programs.
Folded brochures with images of everything up for auction, including Wyatt. The four-year-old, last remaining Lycan bo
