Four more shifters were bought and sold on the auction block as I stood there, waiting for my turn. Wolves seemed to sell for the most money to hungry shifters who wanted to punish them for their species.
But one sparrow went for almost double what the first she-wolf was worth to these men at $95,000. She was a tiny little thing, barely reaching five feet tall, and all I wanted to do was yell and scream at the men for the cruel remarks they made as Toby joked about clipping her wings.
But crying never actually solved any problems.
'Always a way out,' breathed my mouse, becoming as still as I was as the two of us watched what was going on in front. 'They cannot be allowed to run.'
'And they won't,' I assured her as the SBI agent was pulled to the second circle of light her head held high as she flipped her bright red hair over her shoulder.