#CHAPTER 52: “S”

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. People in the crowd muttered at the amount, and the auctioneer held up his hand. “Bidding is paused while the identity of S as a member is confirmed.” He waved the attendant with the phone over. “How myster