Zac’s pov
He nodded firmly. “Understood.”
He started to turn for the door.
“Wait,” I said, and he froze, glancing back.
My eyes stayed on the map, tracing the lines of the borders again. “Make sure you find anyone that’s missing. Every last one. I don’t care if you search through every stall, every cellar, every tree hollow. Bring them back. I want to know what happened and clamp down on this. Dead or alive.”
“Yes, Alpha. I’ll do that.”
With that, he walked out.
The war room fell silent again. Just me, the map, and the nagging thought that the circus wasn’t harmless at all.
***
Freya’s pov
“No, no,” Lila murmured, pressing my shoulders back. “You don’t slouch. Men don’t pay for girls who look broken. You have to chin up and smile like you're happy they chose you.”
She had been t
