Initially, Avery hadn’t planned on placing a single bid. Her goal was purely to scout the scent of the local market and gauge the appetites of the Avalon high-bloods.

Unexpectedly, a relic of the Old World caught her eye. The Master of Ceremonies unveiled a Lunar Harp, an ancient instrument of the First Packs, fully restored and pulsing with a faint, melodic resonance. Lately, Avery had found solace in the ancient songs of their kind; with both the time and the spoils of her recent lineage at her disposal, she felt the pull to claim it.

The competition was thin, as most wolves in the room were hunting for silver-blades...