Sarah POV
I gasped. Even though the photograph wasn’t of me, I confess I had started to feel possessive toward it and was glad when it looked like Zane would be buying it. The idea of someone spending ten thousand on a photo seemed crazy to me, though I knew how important the legend of the final Moon Wolf was to werewolves.
Even more curious was that the person who spoke was an auction attendant holding a phone to her ear.
“Who’s that bid from?” the auctioneer demanded.
“They wish to be known as ‘S,’” the attendant said, and I heard Zane hiss just slightly.
S for Scott, I wondered? But he was there in person at the auction. I had seen him talking to some wolves by the champagne fountain, so he didn’t need to use a proxy.
“Twenty thousand,” Zane said, his voice calm.
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