Liam's POV
"Sold! To Alpha Liam for fifty million dollars!"
The auctioneer's voice trembled through the microphone, but I was already moving. I didn't wait for the paperwork, and I didn't wait for the event staff to carefully pack it up. I stepped right onto the stage, my heavy boots thudding against the wood, and snatched the canvas directly off the easel.
I looked down at the small brass plaque attached to the bottom of the frame. The title printed on it sent another sharp spike of adrenaline straight through my chest.
Safe Haven.
My chest heaved. I've found you, Scar... I've found you.
I covered the canvas with the thick blue velvet cloth, shielding it from the prying eyes of the crowd, and held it tightly against my chest. It was the most important thing in the world to me now.
"Bill my pack's private account," I snapped at the lead coordinator, who was bowing and shivering in fear near the edge of the stage.
