Freya’s POV
My heart dropped to my feet. Ezren was here, and he was leaving. I pushed Philip’s arms. “Thank you for the dance. I have to go.”
The mark on my hip burned like a hot poker. I ran after Ezren. Please let me get to him. Please.
The bond through our wolves linked us, whether we were together or not. I felt his emotions under my skin. There were times I would close my eyes, and I could smell him right in front of me. It was maddening.
I rounded the building and headed in the direction I smelled his earthy pine scent. My body ached for that scent.
Tall shrubs were creating a hedge where no one could see us. He was halfway to where the cars were parked. His long legs ate up the ground, and I was falling behind.
“Ezren, please stop,” I called out. I pulled my gown higher to o
