These were trickier questions, and ones that Sonora hadn't thought to create answers for. Already reeling from Grayson's close proximity, it was difficult for her to think clearly, but she tried. For the first time since he had pinned her against the cabin wall, Sonora squirmed restlessly. "<em>So</em>sorry for the inconvenience," she snapped, her eyes flashing and her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Next time I'll remember to call ahead when I find out I'm not actually alone in the world."<br/><br/>Sonora bit her tongue to quiet herself before her attitude got her into even more hot water, if it hadn't already. Shifting against the cabin wall, she finally dared to lift her arms, her hands bracing against Grayson's shoulders and pushing, although it was like pushing against a brick wall. With a sigh, she relaxed again, and brought her eyes back up to his. "Why? Because it was closest. Because I've always wanted to come here, to run in the mountains. We may not be common knowledge yet, but I know what to look for. How to listen. What rumours to believe and what to dismiss. I know, because those rumours have followed me around my whole life. I can't tell you how often I had to pick up and run when I was a kid, because I couldn't control my wolf and someone saw what they shouldn't have. How many...f-friends I had to drive away, because I was terrified of what would happen if I lost control around them."<br/><br/>The memories her words dredged up had a lump forming in her throat, making it difficult to speak, and her hands balled into fists against Grayson's shoulders, bunching up in his shirt. The urge to lean into him, to draw comfort from his touch, was so strong it made Sonora tremble slightly, and her eyes slid away from his again as her head drooped. "If you're going to kill me, hurry up and get it over with," she said, her voice sad and slightly hollow, "because I would rather die here than have to live out there alone again."