As they lay together, freshly mated and spent from their respective orgasms, the big wolf licked at the wound he had inflicted on his lover's shoulder. There was a part of him that felt pride at the marking; seeing the little wolf's torn flesh and knowing it officially signaled other wolves to stay away, that his scent was now fully intermingled with Sig's own subtly sweet aroma made the beast inside of him sigh contentedly. His body stayed tense as he remained curled over Sig, ready to tear into anyone who got too close, but thankfully no one in his pack was dumb enough to test him right then. Stellan only calmed once his knot had finally settled and he was able to remove himself from Sig without causing any further discomfort.<br/><br/>Stellan remained quiet the rest of the night, continuously pulling Sig to him, touching and petting as if worried the mating had been too rough. He kissed and licked at the little wolf's bare skin, wrapped his thick arms around him and watched as his packmates gamboled around the forest.<br/><br/>“Come,” Stellan finally whispered, brushing his lips against Sig's ear affectionately. “Lofgren is growing tired.” He pointed at the lounging alpha, noting the lethargy in his movements. “He will not care if we leave now.”<br/><br/>The muscled man shifted into his wolf form, padding silently as a shadow over to the alpha. A quick interaction was had, Stellan briefly licking at Lofgren's bearded chin before rushing away. Showing affection to the alpha left a bitter taste on his tongue, and he led Sig away from the pack with an urgency uncommon for the typically relaxed wolf.<br/><br/>Stellan paced back and forth as Sig dressed, remaining on four legs until his mate spoke to him, drawing him from his anxious march. He shook his head and reached out with stiff fingers, tugging at Sig's arm and pulling him close. “We woulda both ended up dead,” Stellan replied bluntly, a gentle frown on his face. “The moment he sniffed out any kind of devious betrayal, you woulda been slaughtered, and me a close second. Lofgren don't let his guard down with anyone, 'cept maybe pups and humans.”<br/><br/>Stellan heaved a hefty sigh, tearing himself away from his lover's nimble body and retrieving his clothing. He'd already decided he'd be taking Sig back to Eivind and Blue, let him spend the night with them instead of with him in the garage. They needed to know he was safe.<br/><br/>“I'm not angry at you for wantin' to get rid of 'im.” His movements were slow, replacing all the clothing on his naked body as if he were moving through a cloud of molasses. “He's my alpha, but... but tonight was wrong.” The wolf furrowed his brow, looking hard at Sig with dark eyes.<br/><br/>“I don't mean that us is wrong,” he explained quickly, not wanting Sig to misinterpret his words. “I care about you a lot, Sig. More than anyone. I want to, y'know, be with you for a good long time if that's somethin' you're interested in. But I wouldn't have done it like this if I had a choice in the matter.” Not in the middle of his estranged pack, forced into it by a domineering alpha.<br/><br/>“Would have tried to make it nice, like Eivind and Blue, maybe. Here.” He handed Sig his helmet, hopping onto his bike and revving the engine.<br/><br/>“But I guess it is what it is now,” Stellan called over the purr of the machine between his legs. “You're mine, and I don't plan on lettin' anyone get in the way of that. Especially not Lofgren.”