The entire time Luc spoke there was an underlying growl that came from Grayson, a not so subtle reminder that he was on thin ice, and that he needed to say something that would give Grayson a reason not to tear him apart, because that was what he wanted to do.  He saw Luc as a threat, not to him or his pack, but to Hannah.  She was a submissive wolf, and even without her talents to promote healing he would have been protective of her.  Out of every wolf in the pack Hannah was the one that Grayson turned too when he needed to be soothed, when he needed to show a touch of weakness that most wolves only ever showed to their mates.  It wasn't because he felt that way about Hannah, because he didn't.  It was because he trusted her, and now this strange wolf, this Alpha, was suddenly in a position to hurt her if he chose.<br/><br/>He'd expected to find Luc ready for a fight.  It threw him and his wolf off that he stood there and offered to simply let him beat the shit out of him.  That he owned his actions and knew how dangerously close to crossing the line he'd come.  Grayson still wanted to kick his ass, but Luc said the one thing that was guaranteed to give him pause.  He protected Hannah at risk to his own hide.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he growled as he raked his fingers through his hair and started to pace.  "Make up your fucking mind about her, because she's going to smell you on those damn rabbits and she's going to know you brought them to her, you understand?  She's going to make assumptions, and you better damn well she doesn't get hurt in the process or I'll fucking kill you.."<br/>