Silver Creek girl, you might even provoke me

cyclone was an enigma to grayson-- but not really. on one hand, it baffled him that she could be so loose in her morals, that she would pursue her father (an old man, in grayson's eyes) but then mere months later would pursue his son. perhaps cyclone had also pursued harrison or dawson-- maybe even shaw. grayson wouldn't have been surprised if she'd given herself up to every man in the pack. 

but that was the thing, as baffling as it was, grayson expected it from a woman. which was so hypocritical, because tantalus had distilled the same loose morals in his own sons. but it was different for a man to bed many women-- ask anyone. it was a sign of power. if grayson would settle with anyone (and he knew one day he'd have to), he did not think cyclone would be the best option.

but she was the easiest option. 

"are you tired?" he asked her as she settled beside him, beginning to groom the fur along her pale limbs. he was sure all the women in their group was growing tired-- they had travelled a long distance, after all. "i think we'll set up camp here. explore as we please, but i think this would ultimately be a good place to settle." he was not asking for her opinion.