Blue snatched a pair of jeans from the bedroom before heading out with Eivind, tossing a quick good bye to the wolves at the kitchen table, still enjoying their hearty meal and fawning over one another. Blue caught sight of the way Stellan's eyes stared hard at Sig as the little wolf spoke, a soft smile hidden beneath his dark beard. “If you guys are going to fuck again, do it outside,” Blue joked, waving to them briefly as he rushed through the back door to follow Eivind.<br/><br/>The cool breeze instantly calmed him. He breathed in deeply, taking the fresh air into his lungs and letting it sit before he exhaled. Nerves began to melt away from him as his lover shifted into his wolf form. The two went into the forest, the human's fingers woven through dense mahogany fur. Once Eivind had found a spot to settle, Blue stroked the large beast's head and kissed him on his muzzle before running off; he could feel Eivind's bright golden eyes watching him as he disappeared behind a collection of thick red tree trunks. Each time the couple played together, Blue grew a little more skilled at their game. He had started to learn how to trick Eivind's nose, circling back and forth over his path multiple times in chaotic, random shapes. Sometimes he would run in one direction before doubling back and then traipsing off in another so Eivind wouldn't be immediately able to tell which way to go when he discovered a forked path. The wolf always found him eventually; even at his best, Blue was still only a moderate challenge.<br/><br/>After zigzagging every which way, Blue found himself next to a tall redwood with low, heavy branches. He leaned against it for a moment, catching his breath. Out here, the idea that Lofgren would find him seemed almost ridiculous, not so terrifying as it all had been back inside of the cabin. The forest stretched on for hundreds and hundreds of miles, and Lofgren would have to travel for a very long time to even get the smallest whiff of Blue. It was certainly possible. Eivind and the rest had traveled on foot to Lofgren's territory to find him, but it wasn't a journey one made on a whim. To travel that distance, one needed intent, especially if one was planning on entering another pack's territory.<br/><br/>The whispering wind slid through his clothing, causing his shirt to billow up slightly. These were his woods now. It was the pack's land, but he was part of the pack, even if it was only due to his relationship with Eivind. Blue brushed a few stray strands of dark hair from his slate gray eyes as he pictured his monstrous wolf, nose low to the ground, searching for him. Such a valiant effort deserved a reward, and Blue figured another round of vigorous sex would help further clear his mind of demons.<br/><br/>Slipping out of his jeans was quick and easy. He slung the limp denim over one of the low branches, knowing that Eivind would catch his meaning. The hairs on Blue's long legs stood up in response to the light breeze, but once he started moving again he'd warm up. He dashed off once again, assuming his break, however brief, put him at a disadvantage. Eivind was always kind enough to give Blue a long head start, especially when the sun was high in the sky, but the wolf was quick still despite his injured leg.<br/><br/>Time crept away from him as he ran. Eventually his body told him to stop and wait. He had gone far enough; any farther and he worried he wouldn't have the energy to properly thank Eivind for playing with him. The boy took a few deep breaths, settling himself. He could feel the blood pumping hot through his body, his excitement and anticipation rising as he imagined how eager Eivind would be when he found him. The wolf would overwhelm him; gentle as always, but powerful and demanding, and Blue would submit as he always did. Happily. Sensuously. His cock twitched with interest as he pictured his lover climbing over him, claiming him, slipping a thick shaft into one of his willing holes while caressing his exposed throat with firm fingers...<br/><br/>“<i><b>Oh my god, you </b></i><b>are<i> alive.”</i></b><br/><br/>His head snapped back so severely he could hear the vertebrae in his neck crack. A naked young man was approaching him, swiftly, desperately. Blue's eyes grew wide as they locked onto the familiar face; homely and soft. Not ugly. Average. But needy. The human leaped away, not wanting the wolf to get close, but the werewolf with the tawny hair and hungry eyes rushed to step in front of him, hands held out.<br/><br/>“Stay away,” Blue said, his voice quivering as he stepped back, frozen against a tree trunk. He remembered this face. One of Lofgren's, and unlike Stellan, one of the ones who<i>had</i>abused him. Raped him. This one hadn't been rough, not like some of the others, but he still listened when Alden told him to just do it, didn't stop when Blue cried. This was one of the ones that came back regularly. Most of the male wolves in Lofgren's little pack had stolen a taste at one point or another, but<i>this </i>piece of shit... he came back to feel Blue as often as Alden would allow him.<br/><br/>“Don't you dare fucking touch me! Stay back!” Blue snapped, his voice a high-pitched scream as the wolf tried to explain himself away. Blue didn't care. All the apologies in the world wouldn't convince him to forgive any of the wolves for what they had done. His whole body shook as he edged around the tree, his eyes bulging out from his face in horror. “Don't move! Leave me the fuck alone!”<br/><br/>A dry tongue jutted out of his mouth, anxiously attempting to wet trembling lips. He couldn't stay here. What was he doing here? Why was this wolf in Sieger's territory? He was so far out. Did Lofgren send him? Did Stellan....?<br/><br/>It didn't matter. Not right now. Blue could think about details later, when his heart wasn't threatening to burst from his body and leave a sticky, dark pit in his chest. He couldn't stay here. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't want to be looked at. The tawny haired boy was easing himself closer, hands reaching, the same hands that had held him down while their owner rutted away at Blue's backside despite his pleas for mercy.<br/><br/><i>Don't. Touch. Me.</i><br/><br/>Blue felt the curve of the tree trunk fall away behind him, leaving nothing to prohibit his escape, so Blue did the only thing he could think to do.<br/><br/>He ran.