NARRATOR

Meanwhile, in the central area of the pack…

The members of Valle Fértil were going to end up with sore necks from looking around so much.

Lorenzo’s mate had sore eyes and mouth from having them open so wide.

Here the stalls were like little wooden houses, not just goods scattered all over the ground.

Lyra looked over the merchandise and realized that the pack she’d ended up in was one of the most primitive.

Still, it was there she found the best thing ever—her sexy, delicious mate.

They were allowed to stay in a collective tent behind the small booth they were assigned.

"You can find me later, and I’ll take you to your private hut," the organizer, an Omega, told Lyra and Drakkar, who nodded.

Lyra turned to face the people, thinking they’d be thrilled.

But instead, they looked pretty uncomfortable.

"What’s wrong?"

"It’s just that…"

"Lyra, don’t think we’re not grateful, this is amazing!" one of the more responsible females said. "But... honestly, we don’t have anything to sell