Sarah POV
I closed my eyes for a moment, just telling myself not to panic, then I walked to the door to be certain it was locked. It was, firmly.
I turned back to the people in the room. Instantly, I started recognizing them from the auction. There was the woman who held the canary in a cage. There was the boy who held the guinea pig. There was the little human girl who’d brought our golden retriever puppy.
Oh, goddess. This was the real auction: not for the objects, but for the humans holding them up. No wonder half of them had looked terrified.
I opened my mouth, but what the hell was I supposed to say?
“Hello,” I tried, then winced. “I’m Sarah Astor, goddess-mother to the children of the Alpha Zane Cavendish.”
They all just kept staring at me. The scent of fear blocked my throat
