The last of her words were still leaving her lips when he moved.  One moment he was yards away from her, the next he had her pressed against the side of the cabin, one hand wrapped around her throat.  Violence coiled his muscles, his desire to kill the stranger who might be a threat to his pack nearly overwhelming.  If at the last moment her loneliness had not registered in the part of his brain that was human he might have simply snapped her neck and walked away. Instead for all the threat in his growl as he captured her gaze with his own he left not a bruise on her body.<br/><br/>His eyes had turned wolf, the amber depths demanding that she submit to him even as he forced words from his lips.  “Do not play games with me, little cub. I do not care if you paid for the cabin or not.  You left your free country the moment you entered my territory without permission…”<br/><br/>He leaned forward to bury his face against the side of her neck as he breathed in her scent and leaned against her to pin her body against the wall.  He read the truth of her words there.  The bond of pack had a certain scent that would have told him where she came from.  She should have smelled of other wolves, for touch was important among them.  Only a broken wolf would abandon their pack, and then there would be a bitter taste to their scent, as if the loss was branded upon their flesh.<br/><br/>“You have no pack… why?  Why did your parents raise you way from others of your kind?” he asked, trying to understand as he struggled to rein in the creature beneath his skin. “Did you enter my territory knowing that you were trespassing?”<br/>