Contrary to popular belief, Reyes was not actually attached to the Rye’s resident male beta. That he preferred the man’s company was obvious enough, but the swarthy wolf was no more afraid of his own company than he was of good tussle. This day in particular found him out near the borders, pacing them, learning them, and marking them to strengthen the scent where appropriate. Pack life might not have been anything he’d deal with before, but let it not be said the southerner was not a quick study.

Adelayde had not come from downwind, and though he was aware of Askan’s female counterpart, he had no interest in actually interacting with her until she made herself quite known to his presence. Even then, it took the silver-eyed male a moment to slow down to a halt, raising a brow to study the younger wolf with mild curiosity. Why the fuck do you care? he didn’t say, recognizing her idly from the massive cuddle puddle they’d all took part in when the blizzard had screamed through the pack territory.

“Está bien,” he answered instead, wondering exactly who this woman answered to. Sent by Drestig? Or Dresitg’s woman? The mysterious alpha had remained a mystery so far, and Reyes was not keen on revealing cards close to his chest. “What do you want?”