Hannah. Her name was Hannah. For some reason, he almost smiled because the name was so...fitting. His head turned at the sound of the howl and for a moment he thought it was her, but it sounded...well, not different but unlike the timid wolf he had recently met. With a slight shake of his head, he followed Grayson into the cabin and when the man offered the use of the clothes in the chest, he murmured, "Thank you." Finding a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, he donned them both on and did his best to relax about the Alpha.<br/><br/>It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with him, per se. But Grayson had absolute power and control over this terrain. He could easily dismiss Luc and tell him to get the hell out and Luc would have to follow his order. To disobey a direct order from the commanding Alpha was to sign a death wish. Not something he was currently ready for.<br/><br/>"My pack was attacked," Luc stated bluntly. He crossed his arms over his chest as he thought about his pack, the ache making his heart hurt. He was silent as he thought about how much to tell Grayson before he decided on...the truth. "I'm not sure who it was. I want to say it was officials, maybe the Government...but I'm not 100% sure. I know they had a lot of ammunition. They had us pegged and they came in and took us out without being detected." The words left his mouth bitterly, because no matter what, no matter how he spun it...he had failed his pack. He should have been more protective, he shouldn't have been so lenient. But he had been so sure that they would be safe.<br/><br/>How wrong had he been.<br/><br/>He looked at the other man and said simply, "I need time. I want to find out who it was that did it and I want to take them out. I don't care if it was the Government or if it was a bunch of rednecks. I want the chance for revenge. But to do that...I need help." He hated asking for help...but Grayson was known throughout the packs as a brutal but just alpha. If anyone would help him, or grant him access to resources...it would be him.