It was true. They had come to kill him and Blue could probably see that it was by the look on his face. Eivind was a terrible liar, and he hadn't said anything to deny Alden's words. Blue was irate, and Eivind took his words. He wouldn't have let it happen, no now. Of course, that wouldn't likely help him either, because if Blue hadn't been his mate, how much would he had cared for this human boy? It was hard to say. No one likely would have enjoyed doing it, but it was the most logical solution for everyone. Eivind looked positively guilty. This isn't how things were supposed to go.<br/><br/>“Blue..” Eivind started as he was getting up, fighting the urge to grab him and snatch him back. To tell him to never walk like that, begging, to another wolf again. Blue wasn't going to listen to him. He crumpled at Alden's feet, and reaching for him. His voice made Eivind sick. He knew now who Blue had been asking for at first, and here he was, parading around and pissing on everyones feet again.<br/><br/>“Blue, my sweet boy, you know that I wouldn't if I could do something about it,” Alden had said, and he'd reached his hand down to pet Blue's hair.<br/><br/>There was something in the way he said it. Maybe it was the way he clearly thought Blue was his own, or the sickly sweet act he was putting on. Or it could have just been that he was reaching for Blue, and Eivind had enough of everyone being so fucking presumptuous. Alden hadn't seen him pick up the knife, and he wasn't worried when he came over in that calm way of his. He was ready for a fight. He'd been waiting to bait one of the wolves. Once they got into a tussle, it would cause unrest and Lofgren would likely start challenging Sieger.<br/><br/>“Get off the fucking floor, Blue,” Eivind growled as he stepped carefully around his limbs, reaching to draw Alden in closer to him. One hand went around the back of his neck, and Alden was perplexed for a moment at what he was doing. He didn't have long to dwell on it, because Eivind was plunging the hunting knife into Alden's chest cavity, under his ribs and up into vital organs. It had been calculated, deliberate, and absolutely lethal. He knew exactly what he was aiming for. Eivind was playing no games, and he was deathly serious when he said no one was touching Blue. Alden clutched at him as his body seized, and Eivind followed him down to the ground, looking into his eyes as he watched the man in his death throws. Eivind twisted, and then removed the knife. Blood pooled beneath them, onto the already dark floor, making things slippery. Alden had smeared the other man with his blood, writhing in desperation.<br/><br/>Eivind seemed satisfied.<br/><br/>“I warned you,” he said. Eivind was not above fighting dirty when he had to, and Alden had been too arrogant to suspect anything. He'd certainly not set up a fair fight for him and Blue, and so Eivind took the opportunity when he was distracted.<br/><br/>Synnove was the one to come bursting through the door.<br/><br/>“What the fuck, Eivind!” She turned to stare accusingly at her brother. “God dammit, Alaric. I told you not to let anyone in here!”<br/><br/>“Oh shit,” Alaric had said as he peered back into the cabin. “We might should leave. Like, sooner, rather than later. Lofgren is going to be pissed.”