Lofgren hit him again, this time across the face before tossing him out of the tight space and into the more open cavern. He followed him, coming over the top of him while he was still stunned, trying to recover from being treated as something so insignificant.<br/><br/>“You were determined before to cling to your miserable life,” Lofgren reminded him. Even when he’d tried to die he kept on by a thread and Alden had done a sorry job of patching him up. That was the human’s will. Maybe it wouldn’t be so strong if he killed his mate but they would see. Experimentation was in order. He didn’t believe that humans were capable of the emotional attachment and instinct the same as wolves were. They would never fully understand pack.<br/><br/>Lofgren pressed and shoved, rearranging Blue like a living doll despite any protests. He used the blood to slick himself before forcing long legs open, leaning his weight down on the body beneath him as he lined himself up. One hand had a fistful of Blue’s hair, wrenching his head back at an angle that was not designed for human anatomy. Not enough to break but enough to cause pain. That was something Blue understood, just something he apparently needed to get reacquainted with.<br/><br/>“Go ahead, keep talking. It sounds nice bouncing off the walls in here. My very own surround sound performance. Or better yet, why don’t you scream? I’ve missed that.” Lofgren punctuated his request with a forceful shove onward.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>--<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Sig didn’t like how his mate sounded. He didn’t like how any of this was going. Lofgren was too close behind Blue, or worse, caught up with him. He noticed when something caught Stellan’s attention and tried to zero in on what his mate had just gotten a whiff off. Lofgren’s blood. Sig couldn’t say for certain that it was but he did know it wasn’t Blue’s and Stellan seemed certain.<br/><br/>“Stellan…,” Sig started reluctantly, uneasily. He didn’t want his mate in the crossfire nor did he want him scaling any further up the mountain.<br/><br/>“I think we need to call Eivind. If Lofgren is hurt.. maybe that will tip the odds. Things are unraveling before us. We’re only getting weaker. Alaric said too that if we needed him to not hesitate. If we come out of this I don’t know what injuries everyone is going to be dealing with. A crash course in medical training isn’t going to cut it.” Sig took out the cell phone, holding it up in the air to try and get service. Of course, that was easier said than done with them standing on a remote mountain.<br/><br/>“Will you go back down? To the road and try to reach them? I’ll keep going. I’m not hurt and I’m the more nimble climber,” Sig reasoned.