Blood Moon
Fifty thousand was a joke for a woman like her, and everyone knew it.
“We have fifty thousand from the gentleman in the booth.” The Master of Ceremonies smiled as he looked over the crowd. “Do I hear sixty thousand?”
“Sixty thousand,” said another gentleman, holding up his sign across the room. My head snapped up, and I instantly recognized him. It was Blaze Marrow, Alpha of the Silver Star Pack. His eyes met mine, giving me a sinister smile.
“One hundred thousand.” I arched an eyebrow, smiling back.
“Two hundred thousand,” he replied, giving me a smug look.
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