Ordesa Valley, Spain
“Cheers for everything, Renaud.”
The man, Renaud, had just hung his fleece coat on the wall when he heard someone behind him speak. He turned and saw his bearded mate stuffing gear into a backpack.
Renaud looked at him for a moment. “Heading back to your pack, Alpha Chris?”
“Not yet. I’ve still got to find out who was behind the attack. And don’t call me that — we’re equals now.”
Chris gave a lopsided grin, half amused. He figured Renaud was just trying to stop him from heading off. After the incident at the waterfall a few months ago, they’d grown close again, patching up the years of silence between them.
Chris had nearly died back then — broken bones, deep wounds, the whole lot. If Renaud hadn’t found him washed up by the river, he might not have made it.
“Ju
