Darkness. Silence. Groaning as he tried to open his eyes, Youngjae realized he still couldn't see anything. A blindfold? Youngjae cautiously sniffed the air. A unique scent of sweat, blood, and ... lust? His blood ran cold, his black ears twitched nervously. Youngjae stiffened. He was in the auction house, the place all hybrids detested. .