Grayson barely contained the growl that threatened to erupt when the strange wolf followed him into the cabin.  He would be well within his rights to kill him, but killing someone who could not defend himself rankled.  Now there were two strangers in his territory, if the faint scents of smoke and habitation he’d noticed at the first cabin he’d passed by had been any indication.  He had thought most of the cabins were deserted.  He’d have to speak to his beta, who was in charge of the cabins and their other tourist income properties.<br/><br/>He didn’t shift when he man did, but he didn’t attack him either.  Instead he stared as the man’s name registered.  He’d had no contact with Luc’s pack, but he knew the names of every alpha in the United States.  He’d been hearing rumors of what had happened, but this was the first conformation he’d had.<br/><br/>Looking to his packmate he finally shifted and stepped over Luc’s unconscious body.  “Get a fire started and break out some of the emergency rations in the pantry, leave them by the fire for when he wakes and then get out.  Don’t stay here with him.  If he leaves the property come and get me… I’m going to go see who is squatting in the cabin to the east,” he said as he dug into the cedar chest beside the fire and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that ended up being too small.<br/><br/>“I should be back before he wakes,” he said as she shifted and dug into the pantry.  “Don’t take any chances.”<br/><br/>“Yes, sir.”<br/><br/>Less than ten minutes later he found himself studying the occupied cabin from a few yards away.  He made no attempt to hide himself, not now that he could smell her.  What were the odds that two strange wolves would invade his territory on the same day?<br/>