The night was exceptionally long. Blue's enraged screams seemed to do him no good as wherever he went footsteps followed. When Blue ventured too far, the wolves would come out of their hiding spots and growl. Even in the deep darkness, Blue could see their sharp teeth, the saliva that dripped from their gums and the intimidating glow of their bright, clever eyes. Eventually, the wolves stopped hiding altogether when they realized the naked human male was no threat to them. Blue kept walking despite it all, allowing the wolves to herd him like a simple farm animal. They didn't seem like they were interested in fucking him, because although they threatened him when he walked a way they didn't like, they backed off once he corrected his path. Lofgren had only confirmed that more like him existed, but he had said nothing of their social structure. Did these creatures not fuck someone who had already been fucked by another of their group? Had Lofgren officially claimed him by coming inside of him? If they weren't there to fuck him, why did they bother following around? Nothing made sense, every question only led to another, and another, and another. Once the questions became too numerous to count, Blue stopped his lethargic trek. He sank down into the dirt, practically burying himself underneath a small bush.<i>So tired. So hungry. So cold.</i>Blue curled himself into the fetal position, his thin body shivering violently as the chilly night air nipped as his bare skin. Eyelids that felt like heavy stones fell down, long eyelashes brushing against his pale cheeks. For a brief moment, Blue hoped that he wouldn't wake up, that the wolves or the cold would do away with him if only so he didn't have to repeat this terror again.<br/><br/>Sunlight managed to weave its way through the twisted tree branches above his head, down to the ground where Blue rested. As the rays warmed his skin, Blue's eyes fluttered open, taking a long moment to adjust to the light. Blue's body was extremely sore, each movement felt like he was pulling and tearing at every single muscle. His bones felt cracked and tired, and he was sure there was a small man inside his head, beating against the sides of his skull with a tiny hammer. But he was alive, for now, and none of the wolves had even attempted a lick.<br/><br/>Blue pushed himself up from the ground, his arms shaky but working, although his wounded shoulder cried out desperately from Blue's effort. When the young man dared to look, he couldn't help but grimace. The wound was covered in dirt and debris, the skin was scabbed in places, torn in others, and the teeth marks were covered in dried blood and some kind of clear seepage. It didn't smell great, and the skin around was a mixture of different sickening shades of blue, purple and yellow. At the very least, the wound needed to be cleaned.<br/><br/>Wolves were scattered around him, some curled up in balls, still sleeping, while others stood off slightly, watching him closely. Blue scowled and began walking again. The wolves weren't an immediate danger to him as long as he didn't stray; if they were going to kill him, or rape him, they certainly would have done so already.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the sound of rushing water to catch Blue's attention. Blue was rather thirsty, and at least some water would help stave off the hunger a little while longer. The wolves didn't seem to have any problem with Blue approaching the stream, so he continued to do so without concern for their presence. His scant comfort disappeared the moment he saw Lofgren ascending from the clear, cool water, his naked body glistening in the sunlight. In any other context, in any other life, Blue might have found Lofgren attractive. He had a serious face, a broad, muscular body and deep eyes that seemed to penetrate and dissect whatever he looked at. Blue often found strong, silent types to his liking, but Lofgren had eliminated all possibilities of Blue fancying him. Now all Blue saw was a beast, a hulking brute parading around in the skin of a man far more beautiful than anything Lofgren was on the inside. Lofgren repulsed him, and although he tried to turn away back into the forest, the wolves cut him off and urged him back toward the stream.<br/><br/>As Lofgren began to speak, his loud bark causing Blue's ears to burn, the man slowly began to realize that Lofgren wasn't just a part of this group of monstrosities. He was their leader. That was why no one had touched him; they did not wish to incur Lofgren's wrath. But it was a mistake on their part. Blue wasn't meant to be Lofgren's. He was meant to be shared, just like he had feared. The speed at which Blue's heart pounded in his chest made the boy mewl in dismay. Suddenly, being Lofgren's didn't sound so horrible, if it meant being subject to the desires of only one man instead of many.<br/><br/>“Fuck you,” Blue whispered under his breath as Lofgren called him a slut. Apparently, Blue's unfortunate erection hadn't gone unnoticed, and now the wolf was rubbing it in Blue's face. All Blue could do was stand there, hands awkwardly covering his genitalia, trying to maintain some amount of modesty although he had already been seen by everyone. Lofgren's teasing left him seething, and he wanted nothing more than to slit the arrogant bastard's throat and watch the blood seep from him and into the dirt.<br/><br/>When Lofgren addressed him, Blue flinched as if he had been struck. The man's actions had already left a significant scar on Blue's psyche. Despite his trepidation, Blue took a few steps toward Lofgren, looking up at him with red eyes. “I'm hungry,” he said plainly, his voice shaking only slightly. “And I'm thirsty. I need fresh water.” His eyes quickly darted to the rushing stream, and Blue licked his lips with a dry, rough tongue. “My arm hurts, and I'm scared it might be infected. It needs cleaning. Please take me with you, Lofgren.” Although Blue's voice was soft, his negotiations, if they could be called that, were calculated. He had absolutely no desire to be passed around Lofgren's pack like some kind of toy, and perhaps if Blue showed an interest in remaining loyal he could be subject to some proper care. Lofgren was right, Blue needed his strength, especially if he were to find a way out, and at the moment he was too exhausted to put up much of a fight. Lofgren may have been a monster, but he was a monster Blue knew, at least a little, and being taken by him somehow seemed less daunting than being left to a pack of ravenous savages.