In a world in which prey were sold, and predators owned. You were on the weaker side of life. Being a prey animal meant years of suffering from predators to predator. It was a harsh life and even once you had managed to escape that life before being dragged back in.

Tonight, was another auction. Every Friday you were held in front of predators willing to buy, which had an iffy back and forth kinda thing between people who just couldn’t let their guard down. This auction was a specific auction though, one only for wolves.

While the auction seemed to go slow, it picked up pace as the last few were being sold. Being shoved on stage, you didn’t know what to do, almost immediately a bid started; yelling went on until eventually, a man in all black with two bodyguards yelled. “One million. Cash.”

On instance you were sold, many were surprised, nobody would spend THAT much in a random herbivore. Soon enough, you’re met with the man, who coaxes you to sit next to him instead being asked to go back into your cage backstage.