Freya’s pov
I was ushered into the room, with the other girls behind me, as I went to stand at the edge. I turned to my right to see all of them lined up, just as I was. We all wore the same clothes — thirteen of us in matching dresses that sparkled under the dim lights. Each of us wore the same black mask. We had the same painted lips. We were made into copies, shadows of each other.
The ringmaster knew that Zac was my alpha, and he also knew that, by just staring at me, Zac would know that I belonged to his pack. To avoid that, he had painted all of us the same way. So it was now Zac who had to choose which one of us he would spend the night with.
I gulped as the girl beside me whispered to me, “Don’t shake. They will see and they might kill you.”
“I’m not shaking,” I whispered.
She
