lue leaned into Alden's kiss out of habit; the werewolf liked him when he pretended to melt at all of Alden's affections. The wolf was smart enough to know that Blue felt nothing for him except broiling hatred, but as long as Blue behaved the human's true feelings mattered little. At least Alden didn't beat him, and even Lofgren had lightened up on his punishments significantly, although he still fucked Blue with a voraciousness that couldn't be contained.<br/><br/>When Blue was instructed to begin sucking Alden off, he performed his task dutifully, if not particularly enthusiastically. Blue couldn't even count the number of times he had blown Alden. In the shed, outside, daytime, nighttime, Alden seemed to want it whenever they were together for any period of time. Now, of course, the blow job was being used as a way to taunt Garlan, but Blue didn't really care about all that. He was bored by the wolves' pissing contest and this point. Blue responded to Alden's digital penetration with a soft grunt. This was something Alden didn't do often. When he wanted to be inside of Blue typically the wolf would just position the human without thinking twice and their coupling would commence. The fingering must have been for Garlan, to infuriate him even more as he would never be able to touch Blue as long as Lofgren continued to fuck Alden and indirectly give him power over the other males.<br/><br/>Blue didn't understand why Alden was suddenly trying to push him away, and the boy's head lifted, brows knitted together in confusion before a foreboding snarl entered his ears and large teeth tore into the flesh at Blue's side. Garlan sunk his fangs as deep into Blue as they could possibly go and tossed the boy's long body like a chew toy, swinging his thick, muscular neck around and around. The growls vibrated through Blue's ribcage and with each swing the wound opened more, wolf teeth scraping to his bones.<br/><br/>Alden forced Garlan away from Blue and took the assault, but Blue was left bleeding profusely into the grass and unable to move. Garlan's powerful jaw had ripped him open and cracked some ribs in the process, leaving Blue gasping for breath as his blood seeped into the ground at an alarming rate. He didn't know how long he lay there, watching the two wolves fight, his vision going blurry and noises beginning to sound as if they were being filtered through water.<br/><br/>Barely conscious when Alden hefted him away to the cabin, Blue tried to speak, but nothing but a soft moan escaped his lips. Perhaps, finally, this is when Blue would die. The thought brought joy to Blue, and a frail smile flickered along his lips. How had it come to this, Blue wondered. In the beginning, Blue had been determined to get away, he had maintained a stubborn spirit and fought when he wanted to fight and kneeled when he wanted to kneel. He had been scared, but the fear had reminded him that he was still alive and there was still something out there worth returning to. Little Bird. Chrysanthemum. He thought of their sweet, beautiful faces every night before falling asleep, and he thought of them again now. He was sorry that he wasn't going to be there for them. Sorry that he couldn't see them off to prom, take them out for their first legal alcoholic drinks, be there at their weddings, meet their future children. He was sorry that after Alden's betrayal he hadn't tried harder to keep escaping, sorry that he had given up and allowed the weight of his own despair consume him.<br/><br/>His love for his sisters was all that he felt as his face grew pale and his lips turned blue. He felt cold. Alden's prodding barely registered in Blue's mind. Even the fish hook, which should have left Blue crying with pain, elicited little reaction from him. He was just happy. Happy that this could all end. Happy that he wouldn't have to feel Alden, or Lofgren, or any of the others use him anymore. Happy that he could finally be free from this hell that he had been unlucky enough to fall into. Perhaps Garlan attacking him was the best thing the disgusting creature could have done for Blue. He would thank him for it, if he could.<br/><br/>Blue fell unconscious on the floor of the cabin, surrounded in a pool of his own blood as Alden haphazardly stitch him back together. The boy hadn't expected to wake up from this. With so much blood and no professional medic around to care for him, his chances of survival seemed almost impossible. For Blue to survive would be a cruel trick of God, the gods, any god, whatever greater power sat up there playing chess with his life. For him to live, someone up there must really despise Blue.<br/><br/>He didn't know where he was when he finally came to, his gray eyes opening slowly, his breathing ragged. Everything hurt. He couldn't sit up, could hardly move at all. Flashes of what had happened came to him, but he remembered nothing of Alden's efforts to save his life. All he could do was look around, and bemoan the fact that he had somehow managed to survive another day.