Sold! To The Grizzly Don Novels & Stories

I photographed it and sent the image to my contact at the underground auction house. [Sell it. Donate the proceeds to orphaned low-ranking wolves.]

*** The next morning, Soren received a call from his agent while they were making breakfast. “Good news and bad news,” she said. “The Grizzlies want you back for optional skates next week if you’re cleared by team doctors. But… there’s talk of a trade. Seattle’s been inquiring about you. They want to pair you and Draven on the same team.” Soren nearly dropped his coffee mug. JR, who was flipping pancakes, turned around sharply. “What?” Soren put the call on speaker. “They’re serious,” his agent confirmed. “With the rivalry angle and now your relationship, it’s a marketing goldmine. But it would mean you leaving Vancouver, leaving the Grizzlies.”

As he left the crowd, he heard the auctioneer clear his throat and start the next sale. “Hey!” Jackson paused at Sunglasses voice behind him. He turned to see Sunglasses and N17M115 walking up behind him. “Hey, just a fair warning for you.” Sunglasses leaned in closer. Jackson stood still, if he stepped back now it would be as big a defeat as if he’d let the man buy C36M657. “Get it tested before you fuck it. The wolf’s previous owner was never too careful with it.” The words were whispered in Jackson’s ear.

I reached inside my bra for my spare key—nothing. “I’m sure we don’t need to go over what just happened,” I said, gesturing to his bleeding nose. “Animal,” he repeated the question from earlier, the word taking on a whole new meaning. “What are you?” I wasn’t answering until he did. “Grizzly.” The word rolled off his tongue like it was no big deal. “A ruby grizzly.” His voice was calm, but I could hear the pride in it. A bear. And not just any bear, but a ruby-shifter. How had I gotten so lucky?

"We are now here to distribute the items you purchased; please wait until we call your number." The emcee then began calling out the bidders' numbers one by one. Everyone is ecstatic, and Colt could sense everyone's yearning, but he kept mute and patiently awaited his turn. The emcee exclaimed, "Number 69!" "Congratulations, dude," Tio congratulated Colt. Colt simply nodded and took a step forward, walking towards the front of the conference room, where the auctioneer and the emcee were standing. Colt is now going to claim his grant, Lilith Saaverde.

Matt remained in his wolf form as I raised my number again. The auctioneer was pale. He said nothing. I growled at him to get his attention. “S-Sold to Number Thirty-Three,” he said. “Please see the clerk off-stage to render payment and be given your keys.” The auction hall was silent as we left to collect our mate.

Its price is not the best, but the truth is that no one can legally get what it has in stock. - Still the best, brother. Pietro heads to the other side of the shed, where wooden crates are stacked on the floor. He's almost as tall as me, with long hair still tied in a bun. He looks like a broke hippie selling trinkets on the beach, but in fact, the man practically supports the illegal arms trade. He pulls out one of the crates and opens the lid, revealing about twenty battle rifles. By the way, I recognize an AVS-36. Like I said, you don't find this kind of thing anywhere.

Adriana's POV "What do you mean you sold me?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I sold you," he sighed, looking down. "To who??" Mom yelled, her face contorted with anger. "Why?" "Hunter Rivers," Dad gritted his teeth and huffed. "Hunter Rivers?" Dylan raged, clearly furious. "Who's Hunter Rivers?" I asked, my frustration growing. But no one answered me. "Why on earth did you sell her to Hunter Rivers??" Mom yelled, her voice shaking with disbelief. "Why did you sell her in the first place?!"

Everything went dark. ******

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