He had moved even before she had finished speaking, and both sides of her were caught off-guard by his speed. A startled yelp escaped, followed immediately by a pained grunt as Sonora suddenly found herself pinned against the side of the cabin. Grayson's hand around her throat seemed to burn her skin; the strength she felt in his grip called to her, his angry snarling urging her to submit in the most natural way possible, to avert her eyes and bare her throat. Never had she felt that way about a man before, and it both captivated and terrified her.<br/><br/>Simply because of that, Sonora fought the desire and let her eyes meet his again, although she was very careful not to move more than that. Her hands stayed where they were, splayed against the rough wooden siding of the cabin as she stared into a pair of the most beautiful amber eyes she had ever seen. They were strong and fierce and as demanding as his touch; Sonora found herself trembling slightly as she struggled to hold his gaze, a soft, barely audible whine sounding from deep within her chest as she finally lost the battle and let her gaze slide away from his. That he could have such a powerful effect on her only moments after meeting her spoke to his power as an Alpha, although that could also be due to the fact that she had never been in the presence of an Alpha before, and had therefore underestimated the power it would have on her.<br/><br/>Sonora gasped softly as his larger frame pressed into hers, and his scent, of wolf and forest and man, flooded her senses. Her fingers twitched against the siding, wanting nothing more than to push through the dark hair that was now brushing against her cheek and tug on it to draw out more growls as she wrapped herself around him.<em>Now is not the time, Sonny</em>, she grumbled inwardly, although her heart rate and the pulses of desire did not slow. If anything, they increased, especially as she felt his nose against her neck, and heard his breath as he drew in her scent.<br/><br/>The questions, while not unexpected, were still difficult to face. When she had learned that she was not the only one of her kind, one of the first things she had read about them was that they lived in closely knit packs for their entire lives. So the knowledge that she had not been raised by packmates, that her parents had died and left her alone, hurt. How many times during her life could she have used advice from a pack member? Or support when she was lonely or afraid? The thoughts brought tears to her eyes, and she stared up at the moonlit sky to try and keep them at bay. "I entered your territory hoping to finally meet more of my own kind!" she finally cried, her voice thick with tears, "I have no parents; they died when I was a baby. I've been...alone...my whole life. For the longest time, I thought--I thought I was the only one."