At the growl of consent, Luc took off after Grayson, the blood pumping quick through his body as adrenaline shot through him. He wanted to help, needed to do something with his life instead of just feeling like he was one big fuckin' disappointment. Like Grayson, he didn't shift because if a human was around, they needed to be able to be clothed and communicate. But the wolf inside of him was growling, feeling on edge and ready to do whatever he could to help.<br/><br/>He didn't go ahead of Grayson. He knew his place...and while every part of him screamed Alpha, this was not his territory anymore. It burned, to have to be second in command...but he trusted Grayson. Which was strange in and of itself.<br/><br/>The scent of blood and the sight of the buck made Luc pull his lip back with a snarl. He was behind Grayson, letting him take the lead, but he moved carefully, ready to help if he needed to. If there was one thing he could not stand it was the way humans took advantage of animals. They thought themselves to be above the law, especially the law of nature. And that was not the case. He released a low growl as the man waved the knife towards Grayson, his shoulders tensing in response. The man was sealing his own death certificate if he kept up with his cocky attitude.<br/><br/>"It's not a free country when you're in private territory," Luc spoke up as he moved around, trying to make his way casually towards the dying buck while keeping himself in far enough distance so that Grayson had the control.<br/><br/>Something was off though...the scent of death and the sense of danger was growing and he did not like it.