He knew he was out of strength when Luc didn't even bother to fight the inevitable. As soon as they broke through the forest, he saw the cabin and he made his way to it with the two wolves ahead of him. Even though he was delirious and he was five steps away from passing out, he noticed one very specific thing about the cabin. It was deserted. The pack leader had brought him here to kill him.<br/><br/>The thought of death should anger him. It should make him want to fight to live...but a wolf without a pack was nothing. And his family had been snatched from him, the one thing he looked forward to was death...finally joining them. But not until he found out what the pack leader knew. Once he had his revenge...then he could die.<br/><br/>Even though he had shifted back to wolf form to follow them to the cabin, Luc didn't bother changing back. He was too damn tired to do anything other that follow, even though the leader in his howled in protest. Oh to be in someone else's land, to follow another leader...it annoyed him, made him almost violent. But he knew this was not his territory anymore. He was a stranger, a nobody. No longer Luc Winters. When they had all entered the cabin, Luc shifted back, but the strength was gone from him and he toppled to the floor, landing hard.<br/><br/>Dimly, he heard himself saying hoarsely, "My name...is Luc Winters. I traveled from New Mexico." His vision faded in and out and he knew he was going to pass out soon, forcing himself to look at the alpha, he growled low in his throat, "My pack was slaughtered...and I want justice." A low groan escaped him as he dropped his head and passed out.