Interest wafted from the alpha like the scent of baking bread; fresh and rising with each passing minute, filling the air between them. Realization was dawning on Stellan, leaving him feeling nauseated. Blue was just Lofgren’s type, he concluded. Pretty, feisty, completely unthreatening. Not worthy of respect or proper treatment, but built for sex and--as far as Lofgren was concerned--made to be used up until there was nothing left. It disgusted Stellan to see Blue through Lofgren’s lens, to know he would play a critical role in handing his friend over to this immoral creature. He could see the gears turning in Lofgren’s head, could view each possibility in the alpha’s dark pupils. “He’s clever,” Stellan commented, nodding slowly. “He convinced someone to either protect him or look the other way as he slipped by. Can’t say how.” Wasn’t about to share with Lofgren Blue’s recent marriage to another alpha wolf, but if Blue refused to remove his wedding ring Lofgren would be made aware of the boy’s new marital status soon enough.<br/><br/>The hairs on the back of Stellan’s neck stood as he caught whiff of his mate. Buried beneath his own scent, marking the little wolf as claimed, a tiny hint distress marred Sig’s otherwise pleasant odor. Stellan could almost feel the hate roll off his lover, but whether that was a privilege afforded him due to their connection or Lofgren was simply too interested in Blue to notice, the alpha didn’t seem to pick up on the minute shift. He tossed a brief acknowledge to Sig before directing his attention back to Stellan, pulling him close.<br/><br/>The hulking wolf still smelled of dead fish and blood, perhaps from some other kill he had recently performed. It was rare for Stellan to encounter a wolf bigger than himself, but Lofgren stood at least a head taller, thick arms wrapping tight around his broad shoulders. His tone was low and conspiratorial, breath hot against Stellan’s cheek.<br/><br/>“I think you’re right,” he agreed, lowering his eyes and focusing on Lofgren’s chest. “I’m sure the boys would like the chance to play again. And you’d get your boy back. Show Sieger he can’t get nothin’ by you. Me ‘n’ Sig can go track ‘im down. Bring the kid back to you in a few days. Shouldn’t interfere with your plans for Sieger too badly.<br/><br/>“Why don’t you get back to your fishin’, boss. We’ll go make some plans for gettin’ Blue.” Stellan pulled away, not disrespectfully, taking his lover into his hands. “Come, sweet one,” he whispered, dragging his fingers along Sig’s hips. “Let’s go find him.”