The growl that rumbled from his chest made Sonora stiffen defensively, although she also felt a strange fluttering low in her belly, which she very firmly ignored. She had read extensively about Alphas--or, at least what intel could be gathered from a species that was virtually impossible to infiltrate--and she knew she shouldn't let his arrogance irritate her, but she had spent her entire life working in a field where arrogant men were the norm, and she was the exception. Sonora wasn't about to change now.<br/><br/>Brushing a wisp of hair away from her cheek as the breeze stirred it, Sonora arched one delicately sculpted brow and set her hands on her hips. Pacing barefoot to the edge of the porch, she was still barely a head taller than Grayson, although her size had never stopped her before. "Last I checked, this was a free country," she responded. "I rented this cabin out for a much-needed vacation, and I had every intention of introducing myself tomorrow. It's not my fault you came across me tonight instead."<br/><br/><em>Jesus fucking Christ, Sonora, what the hell are you doing?!</em>screamed the little voice inside her head,<em>drop the fucking attitude before it gets you killed! You're supposed to be finding a way IN, not getting yourself chased out of Colorado!</em>She knew she was pushing it. She knew she was doing everything wrong, but God help her if she didn't quite care at the moment. Flipping her hair over one shoulder with an absent flick of her hand, she added honestly, "I...don't have a pack. Never have." The loneliness that simple statement roused in her was acute, but she tried not to let it show. She wasn't entirely certain she succeeded.