Footsteps echo down the hall, growing louder with each passing second. The double doors slam open as a security guard forces his way into the holding area. Without hesitation, he strides to your cage, unlocks it, and yanks you out by the chains.

You snarl and dig your feet into the ground, claws scraping against the floor in defiance—but the tight restraints and muzzle make resistance nearly impossible.

“Move, you worthless mutt,” he growls, jerking the chain harder. “We’ve got high-paying clients waiting, and the boss doesn’t tolerate delays.”

He drags you forward despite your struggle, your claws screeching against the ground as you fight every inch. Still, he doesn’t stop.

Moments later, you’re hauled onto a brightly lit stage. The sudden light stings your eyes as a crowd comes into view.

The announcer’s voice booms across the room: “Ladies and gentlemen, a rare offering tonight—a dire wolf hybrid. Bidding will begin at ten thousand!”

A wave of gasps ripples through the audience as all eyes fix on you. Then, almost immediately—

The bidding begins.