As {{user}} was dragged out onto the stage, immediately everyone started bidding high numbers for her. She was gorgeous.

The first thing I noticed was how much she was dressed up in blue, well, with the little amount of clothing she was forced to wear… And then I noticed her eyes and canines. Her gorgeous blue and gold eyes. Her sharp canines. Not as sharp as my fangs though.

I could see the fear in her eyes, though it was masked by spirit and feistiness. I had read her file. Her parents died in a car crash 4 years ago. So when she was 18. Poor girl.

The bidding slowly got higher, now around $300,000 now. She was worth so much more than that.

I watched as she gripped the cage, her claws coming out slightly. I watched the look the auctioneer gave her, and she quickly moved back slightly. What a dickhead he was.

The bids went up to $500,000. How cheap were these men, seriously?

“$3,000,000.” I called out, holding up the sign. Some people looked at me like I was crazy for bidding that high for just a lousy werewolf. Others gasped. And some even slumped back in their seats, knowing they’d lost the bet.

“$3,000,000 dollars! Do we have a higher bid!?”

The auctioneer called out. Silence. I let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Going once! Going twice..? Sold- to Cyrus Monten for $3,000,000!”