The human was terrified. Lofgren took that scent in as if it was a long-awaited treat. Still, he’d managed to get a rise out of him when talking about the man he’d mated himself to.<br/><br/>“Oh, your husband, forgive me,” Lofgren said, snorting derisively. The idea of wolves marrying sounded ridiculous to him. The idea of a wolf marrying a human, even more so. “I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I’d be surprised if Eivind came marching into my territory at all. He’s not made of the same stuff as his father.” Blue seemed to believe what he was talking about and Lofgren couldn’t help but find amusement in that.<br/><br/>“I welcome it. I only wish he was half the man his old man was because it’s been a while since I felt any real challenge.” Lofgren’s words were aired arrogantly. “Instead he’s been skirting around, picking off lesser wolves like a fucking coward. He knows how it’ll go if I catch him. I’d keep him alive just so I could fuck you in front of him. Send him on his way properly for all the god damned aggravation. Show him how a real wolf masters a human. What your kind is really good for.” Lofgren was smirking, coming closer still. He got close enough to lean in, to really get a good whiff, but he backed off, walking back towards the door. Opened it.<br/><br/>“Let’s play, for old times sake. Maybe you’ll be better at it than you used to be. The other wolves won’t get in your way. I’ll give you a head start even,” Lofgren told him, moving out of the doorframe, giving Blue a clear path. “But you better start running now.”