Zac’s pov
The market was a chaotic mess. There were people everywhere, pushing and shouting. I’d think I saw Freya’s dress and then nope, it was someone else. But I kept going, panic solidifying like a stone in my stomach.
“Freya!” I shouted and it was like there wasn’t even me talking at all due to the noise around. “FREYA!”
A firework exploded directly in my face and the crowd surged forward again, knocking me off balance. I staggered to keep my footing, a man with a HUGE basket of apples elbowing me sharply in the ribs.
“Watch it, mate!” he called out without even turning around.
That was it. I was done. I planted my feet wide, dug my heels into the dirt, and let the Alpha strength flow from my arms—and stop there, too. Immediately I stopped moving.
People bumped into me like flie
