Midfield Academy: Book 3

Chapter 90: Advertisement (16 years, 11 months)

Jagger scrolled through the woman's model profile. It was her. Suzanne, he ran his finger over her name. She was definitely a werewolf. The look her in her eye in some of the photos had the intensity that belonged to a highly ranked one, too.

The bathroom door opened and Daven emerged, drying his hair.

"Nothing?"

Jagger shook his head. "Just a text from your dad. Trevor left with the local pack and he wanted Darius to remind us that we're not allowed to leave the hotel."

Daven cursed under his breath and sat down on the end of the bed. "I can't take just sitting here."

Glancing down at his phone, Jagger gripped the photo of the woman in the background. "Come and look at this."

"What?" Daven moved over to the other bed. He took the photo. "Do you know this guy?"

"No." Jagger tapped on the woman's face. "Her. She's a model and worked the show that Raven was at before he went missing." He showed Daven the model's profile. "Her name is Suzanne."

Daven arched a brow. "How do you even know if she's a werewolf? I doubt a human would be working with these bastards. The government here is just as bad as back home. They don't want anyone to know that we exist. Another reason while Trevor won't let us out of this place." He rubbed his face. "I guess he's worried we might make a scene."

"I think she's a werewolf," stated Jagger.

The other dominant was still for a moment. "I'll get dressed then and we'll go check it out."

"Should we tell your dad?"

"No, he'll stop us. Trevor has him so uptight about them disappearing with Raven." Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out some clothes.

Jagger chewed on his nail as he looked over the images. "Maybe we should tell Trevor. I don't want to be the reason we can't get Raven back."

Standing up straight, Daven took a deep breath. "Yeah, that's probably the best option."

***

The door opened and Raven shut up right. The sub pressed back against the headboard as the alpha entered with a couple of her packmates.

"Bring him to me."

Raven darted off the bed. The two men backed him into the corner and grabbed his arms. They dragged him over to the alpha. One of the men knelt down behind the sub and snatched his grin. He jerked the boy's head forward as a phone was pointed at him.

"Our newest inquiry, Raven," stated the woman. "He's going up for auction tomorrow night. As always, exact time and place to be announced a few hours before the event." She motioned to the man. "Stand him up."

The man recording circled around me.

"Raven is a very nice looking sub," said the woman. "He's the son of the alpha of Northern Ridge. It's a traditional pack located in the American Rocky Mountains. He's the twin of the dominant chosen to become the next alpha of Midfield, so he comes from a very good bloodline." Reaching out a hand, she ran her fingers along Raven's hair. "Very nice coloring as well." Stepping back, she folded her arms. "Take off your clothes and shift."

Raven stared at the phone. The werewolf holding the boy reached for the bottom of Raven's shirt.

"No!" He shoved the dominant off him and backed away. "Get away from me!"

The woman rolled her eyes. "We have others that need to be done. Would you hurry up and handed the omega?" She motioned to the scared boy in the corner.