Grayson barely heard Luc leave, though he did grunt in response.  He hated to admit it, but Luc had done well.  He'd helped where he could and he'd managed to keep from pissing Grayson off or inciting the beast within him in the process.   He'd earned a little bit of trust on Grayson's part, which is why he didn't bother to follow the other wolf.  He was certain he would do as he said, and at the moment he was much more interested in the shewolf who had more sass than sense.<br/><br/>"Ryan... go home.  If you go anywhere else, you'll regret every moment of our run.  Do you understand?" he growled out.<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir.  Right home," the boy said, nodding emphatically before he disappeared into the woods, running as fast as he could on two legs instead of four.<br/><br/>Grayson listened, not moving an inch until he could no longer hear Ryan's footsteps.  Only then did he breathe deeply, inhaling the lone wolf's scent.  Arousal and blood, that was what she smelled of.  Only a touch of fear.  She was a fool, but a brave one, and the wolf in him respected that as much as it wanted to force her to submit.<br/><br/>"You're playing a dangerous game, little wolf," he growled, barely in control.  "Are you sure you want to play with me?  I don't lose.  Ever."<br/><br/><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br/>When Luc reached his cabin it was obvious that others had been there.  The scent of others surrounded the cabin, a musky scent of the unknown.  inside there was a fire lit, the cabin was already warming up.  Fresh clothes and food had been left for him, along with a couple of beers.  Someone had thought to see to his comfort, someone besides the Alpha of the pack.<br/><br/>Most notable was Hannah's scent, though it was older, from earlier in the night.  The other scents were familiar, ones he had run across in the caves, but none that he could put a name to.<br/>