Grayson knew the moment Sonora entered the clearing, but no sign of that knowledge touched his features.  He could only hope that both of the strangers would be allies in that moment, instead of causing more issues.  He needed to handle this quickly if he was going to get the buck to Hannah in time for her to save his life.  The last thing he needed was an incident on his land, while the herd was under his protection.<br/><br/>“Turn around and walk away.  You don’t get a prize tonight.  I don’t want any more trouble than you’ve already brought with your rifle, but I will put you down if I have to,” he warned, tension bunching the muscles in his shoulders as his hands tightened into fists at his side.<br/><br/>The hunter laughed, the knife dropping from his fingers as he pulled his rifle up and aimed at Grayson, who couldn’t quite contain the growl that rumbled in his chest.<br/><br/>“I think I’m the one with the gun here.  Do you see the rack on that buck?  That’s a trophy I won’t leave behind, bragging rights for years,” he said with a sneer.  “Now you and your friend move along, get the fuck off my back and I’ll finish this and be no my way,” he said as he took aim.  “I could just shoot you both, tell the authorities you attacked me…”<br/><br/>Grayson’s growl grew as his beast slipped his leash.  He didn’t shift fully, he was one of the few were’s in North America who didn’t have to.  Instead his fingers elongated, claws ripping through his skin, the pain barely registering as he launched himself at the man.  He wasn’t even slowed by the slug that hit him in the shoulder, a grunt the only sign of discomfort he showed before he ripped into the man.<br/>