Under normal circumstances Grayson would have kept his distance from the labs, which he considered to be Hannah’s territory, a feeling shared by everyone in the pack as far as he could tell. There wasn’t an alpha bone in the woman’s body, but she was a fierce protector when it came to those under her care.  He’d been ordered out of the medical facilities more than once because his pacing and grumbling had driven her to distraction, but she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him that easily tonight.  No, not with Luc in the den.<br/><br/>He shifted once they reached the medical facility, one of the younger wolves scampering off to find clothing for him as he held up one of the thick stone walls.  The entrance gave the impression that the den was nothing but a slightly altered system of caves, but this far into the maze the truth became evident.  The lab was sterile, the floor smooth.  Lighting was recessed into the ceiling of the cave, top of the line medical equipment gleaming.  This one room used more electricity than most of the other areas combined, but it was more than worth it to Grayson.  He’d spent millions outfitting the den, and it was money well spent.<br/><br/>“On the bed there, we need to get him to shift back, he’ll be easier to treat in human form and the transformation itself will do a lot to improve his condition,” Hannah said to the room at large as two younger wolves, medical students at one of the local universities, scrubbed in while she started to hook the buck up the equipment.<br/><br/>“Luc, I want you to keep him calm. Just talk to him.  I can force the change, but it’s not going to be pleasant…” she said with a grimace.<br/><br/><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br/>When she turned back to Ryan and put his second sandwich in front of him she found him staring at her wide eyed.  He practically squirmed in his chair as he devoured the second sandwich, the food winning out over more questions for at least a few minutes, though it didn’t take him long to down the food.  It was just enough to take the edge off of his hunger and he sat back with a satisfied look on his face as he rubbed his tummy.<br/><br/>“If he took care of him that means the bastard is dead,” Ryan said, relishing the curse word that he wasn’t usually allowed to use.  “That’s good.  He should have taken the Alpha’s warning,” he said with a firm nod, the thought of the death seemingly not bothering him in the slightest.<br/><br/>He paused to consider what else he wanted to ask.  “You should stay you know.  We’re a good pack.  There’s little fighting, and even the challenges aren’t usually to the death.  Some of the other packs fight to the death; Grayson says it’s a waste to kill perfectly good warriors just to prove a point.  Why do you smell like Grayson?”<br/>