Grayson choked back completely inappropriate laughter at the look on Luc’s face, but he was surprised when the other Alpha did as he was told, the teasing note in his tone when he spoke to Hannah easing some of the tension in him.  It was obvious that Luc respected Hannah enough to let her tone slide, and Grayson was relieved by that. It meant he didn’t have an issue on his hand that would turn violent. No, instead Luc was going back to the den with them.   Joy.<br/><br/>Hannah blushed brightly as she glanced at Luc, but there was no apology in her gaze, and before she could speak the truck pulled into the clearing and people were lifting the buck, careful not to jostle him too much as they loaded him into the back, where Hanna crouched beside him, cradling his head in her lap as she counted his pulse under her breath.<br/><br/>Grayson shifted then, pacing the truck through the woods towards the den.  It took nearly fifteen minutes for them to reach the clearing, cabins sitting in a loose ring, the face of a cliff rising behind them.  The truck didn’t stop at the cabins, but continued on, leaving them behind.  A few minutes later they stopped just a few yards from the cliff, a huge manmade opening cut into the side of the mountain greeting them.<br/><br/>“Keep that pressure on until we get him into the lab…” Hannah ordered as Grayson kept an eye on Luc.<br/><br/><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br/>Ryan muttered something under his breath about cats and wolves, but he was too good natured to let the rebuke interfere with his curiosity.  Instead his eyes widened when she admitted that she had a gun I the next room, but he was momentarily distracted as he inhaled the sandwich, his stomach gurgling loudly enough to make him blush and say something around the food that might have been an apology.<br/><br/>He swallowed quickly then, realizing that he actually had to answer her question.  “Ryan, what’s yours?” he asked fearlessly, eyeing the rest of the lunch meat she’d left out on the counter.  “What are you doing here? Are you going to join the pack?  Grayson says we need more combatants, whatever that means.  What happened back there?  Who was shooting? Was anyone hurt?” he asked, one question tumbling out after another.<br/><br/>“I guess I should shut up so you can answer, huh?” he finally asked as he picked up the coke, using it to finally stop the flow of questions.<br/>