<em>What the fuck was he doing? What the FUCK was he doing?</em>As Luc paced up and down the living room of the cabin, he raked a hand through his hair and knew he was completely and utterly fucked. He had crossed a line that he never should have, and he had known better...and yet he hadn't thought about it when he had done it. He had seen that Hannah had needed food, substinance and he had been able to provide it. But now he had made his intentions clear to everyone in the fucking pack.<br/><br/>Intentions that he didn't even fucking know he had!<br/><br/>He breathed in deeply and tried to force himself to focus but just then...he caught Grayson's scent and he felt himself snarl in response to the waves of emotions he felt coming from the other wolf. He knew that Grayson had every right to question him as to his reasons for bringing Hannah the rabbits...but he didn't feel like it right now.<br/><br/>Not when he didn't know himself what exactly had prompted him to do what he had done.<br/><br/>Before Grayson could knock -- or break the door down -- Luc jerked it open and snapped, "I don't know why I did that."<br/><br/>He wasn't going to fight with the other wolf, knowing he had no right to challenge the alpha of the pack....but he felt cornered. Trapped. Much like he had when his own pack had been slaughtered and he had been hunted. Raking his fingers through his hair once more, he admitted, "I just wanted her to eat, Grayson. I didn't...think."