She smelled of truth. The tears in her voice added weight to her words, the emotion real enough to his senses that he was willing to believe that it was truth.  His only problem was that he could also tell that it was not the whole truth.  He argued with himself, fully aware that she had no reason to trust him, and in the end she had looked away, the submission soothing his wolf as nothing else could have.  In the end only one question truly weighed against her… how had she known to come to Colorado?  Was it a lucky guess on her part, or had she somehow figured out how to track them down?<br/><br/>“You chose a bad time to search out more of your own.  With the world just now discovering our presence we’ll soon be fighting to keep what is ours…” he said with frustration evident in his voice.  The fact that the Government likely knew about them was a fact he could not change, but Werewolves still weren’t common knowledge.  Not yet.<br/><br/>“Why did you come here?” he finally asked.  “Why to Colorado?  Why to these mountains?  What told you that you would be able to find a pack here?”  There were too many coincidences for him, with two strange wolves showing up on the same day, but he could not figure out how they could possibly be connected.   “How did you know there were more like you?”<br/><br/><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br/>Hannah had done exactly as her Alpha had said.  She’d pulled out the dried rations and thrown together a quick meal to leave by the fireplace, which she’d lit before she left.  There was just one problem… she knew it wouldn’t be enough to sate a wolf as hungry as the stranger, Luc, would be when he woke.  There was no fresh fruit or vegetables, no meat, and she didn’t have time to bake anything if she was going to obey her Alpha’s command.<br/><br/>She was a submissive wolf.  Going against Grayson would have been completely out of character, and she knew that there was no way she’d manage it.  He hadn’t said anything about hunting though… and leaving something fresh on the porch wasn’t actually disobeying him… not really.<br/><br/>A wash of guilt almost forced her to leave with the hare she’d managed to snag still held carefully between her teeth, but she didn’t hear anything coming from the cabin as she snuck back up onto the porch.  She’d just leave the meat behind and get away from the cabin as Grayson had said.  No harm done…<br/><br/><br/><br/>