Eivind just stared. The idea that he had to gain permission from this Alden to do anything with his mate made his blood boil. That he'd passed him around and micromanaged him made it that much worse. He wanted to turn around and leave the cabin, to stand on the porch and get some fresh air, but the young man was speaking to him for now, offering him the whole story and answering his questions. All of it was hard to listen to.<br/><br/>“You stupid, stupid boy.” Eivind shook his head. He should have never been out close to Lofgren's territory in the first place. There were warnings for a reason, but it still didn't excuse the alpha from making the choices he did. Blame fell on him, and then the others for going along with it. They were endangering their kind entirely for selfish reasons, and while Eivind mind not have cared so much before, now it was something personal to him. This was a hard lesson to learn, but most likely the young man wouldn't be so stupid again. Eivind wouldn't give him the chance.<br/><br/>Eivind wished he'd have known sooner. He often wandered. Why hadn't his wandering taken him over this way? Shouldn't his path subconsciously have drawn them to his mate? Maybe the young man had been drawn to them. It was unfortunate that he stumbled upon Lofgren, but he was a werewolf. Maybe the young man did have a desire to be near them before, but he highly doubted that was the case any longer.<br/><br/>“You've been here too long,” Eivind growled, itching to take the young man and leave. They'd crossed many miles on foot, and he knew he wouldn't be up to any sort of travel. That severely limited their options, considering they were out in the middle of nowhere. He was sick, and he needed rest.<br/><br/>“I will be back. I'm not going far,” he told him, and walked out to the front of the cabin where his other pack members were. He closed the door softly. Sieger didn't look happy and Alaric had a shiteating grin on his face.<br/><br/>“It's fitting, isn't it? You failed your pack, and now you've failed your mate as well,” Alaric cracked, and Sieger stepped between the two of them before it turned ugly.<br/><br/>“It doesn't make any sense. Our bloodlines have never mixed with humans,” Sieger spoke. Synnove must have told them. She was perceptive enough to draw her own conclusions.<br/><br/>“I don't know, Sieger,” Eivind said though clenched teeth. “Not everyone finds their mates. Maybe that's because they're not looking in the right places. I don't like it anymore than you do, but it is what it is.”<br/><br/>“Well,” Synnove said with a sigh, putting her hands together.<br/><br/>“I'm staying here with him, at least until he's well enough to move.” Eivind had made up his mind. Alaric was laughing.<br/><br/>“You going to join up with Lofgren's pack? We might be willing to trade you in.. maybe for a pack of gum,” Alaric joked.<br/><br/>“I'll stay with him,” Synnove decided.<br/><br/>“Absolutely not,” Sieger snapped.<br/><br/>“We're not leaving Eivind, or trading him in. He's our pack, and right now he needs the support. There are a lot of decisions to be made, but nothing can be decided right this second,” Synnove went on. Alaric made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat.<br/><br/>“And where was he when we needed him?” her brother spat.<br/><br/>“Neither of you will make me leave, but you're free to return home without me,” Synnove said dismissively. Sieger growled. She knew neither would leave her. Likely they wouldn't care to leave Eivind, even though they spoke like they didn't care.<br/><br/>“That's what I thought. Alaric, go find supplies to treat his wounds. He's very sick. We will have a meeting once everyone is home, and well.<i>Nothing</i>is going to be decided tonight,” Synnove made clear. Sieger nodded, and motioned for Alaric to do as she bid. He was the wolf with the most medically training that they brought along, though they had very little in way of supplies. Eivind sat on the porch steps while Alaric went to gather some herbs that he could use. He didn't want to go back in, but neither was he letting anyone else. At least not until Alaric came back with what he needed, and that was only begrudgingly. Synnove had started a fire and when they went in, she got a pot to boil water in.<br/><br/>“This is Alaric. He's going to look at your wounds,” Eivind explained, walking to his bedside. Alaric was looking around the cabin, finding anything that could be useful. He was passing stuff out to Synnove for sterilization, and had dumped some of the herbs he gathered onto the table.<br/><br/>“He doesn't need a few homemade remedies. He needs a real fucking doctor,” Alaric growled irritably, but continued the process he had started. "Or a bullet." He tipped his head towards the old rifle.