Grayson’s temper flared as Sonora stepped out onto the porch, closing the pup in behind her.  Was she protecting him as a female should, or using him to ensure her safety? He wanted to believe it was the former, but Ryan had been through enough before coming under his protection.  He wouldn’t risk a pup on his gut, no matter how accurate it usually was.<br/><br/>“A lone wolf,” he muttered, the sound half growl as he stalked towards the porch, a warning glance telling Luc to stay back and stay out of whatever was about to happen.  “A stupid woman who should have done as I ordered…”<br/><br/>He flexed his hands, which shifted between one breath and the next.  Where there had been two calloused hands he now had claws, his fingers curved unnaturally as he flexed them, his growl a base warning as he jumped up onto the porch and into her face.  “What did I tell you, Sonora?  I gave you a handful of rules to follow if you wanted to stay on my land, and you’ve already broken them,” he growled, one sharp, curved claw jabbing her in the chest just hard enough to sting but not draw blood.<br/><br/>“Explain…”<br/>