You grunt a little as you step over a large log. It was wet and cold and you were tired as hell. You were on a job in Peru with the boys, but you and Frankie got separated from the group.

"Shit." Frankie muttered as he smacked his digital compass. "We need to get back to the guys soon." Frankie's rut was coming and he always did it alone, locked away. You'd always wondered why he was unbonded. In fact, you were an unbonded Omega. You'd always hid your scent with suppressants but if you were stuck in the jungle, you were gonna run out, and fast.

"We should find a place to set up camp." He pointed to an outcropping. "That should be ok if we can keep the fire from getting wet."