Pain erupted across Blue's face as Lofgren's solid fist made contact. It left him dazed and confused, easily tossed aside even for a wolf leaking blood all over the cold, damp stone. The adrenaline continued to pump through his limbs even as Lofgren positioned him, though his foggy brain could only comprehend a minute amount of sensation until the werewolf's fist became entangled in Blue's dark hair.<br/><br/>The human squealed, crying out in pain as his neck was wrenched backwards, pinching the vertebrae and straining the muscles. Shoulders bunched up in a desperate attempt to give support to his abused neck, but Lofgren only pulled harder, leaving Blue praying his fragile body didn't snap in the wolf's hand.<br/><br/>Thighs instinctively tried to press together and push his tormentor away, but it the effort was futile. Drained and slashed, the determined beast's strength still far surpassed his own. He felt the hot sting of salt against his cheeks once more, wondered how he could ever perceive something so subtle as his spine screamed. There it was now, Lofgren's violent sex, somehow eager despite the gash in his abdomen. He had lost so much blood. How was he still moving? He could he still do this?<br/><br/>As the alpha plunged, Blue's lower half exploded with pain, sharp and intense. He screamed. He screamed from the pain, from the terror, from the despair. He screamed his husband's name as no other words could find him now.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Stellan reached the bottom of the mountain, cell phone strapped to his front leg with medical tape so he wouldn't need to carry the device in his clenched jaw. With the last bits of strength available to him, he sprinted to where Sig had left the car, sniffing out the remnants of exhaust still in the air. Naked and weak, Stellan clambered inside, tearing the tape at his forearm.<br/><br/>A couple of bars. Not much, but enough. Stellan hadn't liked the idea of leaving Sig alone up on the mountain, had grimaced and argued as Sig attached the phone to his arm so he could shift back into his wolf form, but the little wolf was right. Sig could reach them faster, offer a distraction. Stellan could fight, but not for much longer. They needed Eivind. If Lofgren was injured, they had a chance with three on one, even with Stellan only at partial brawling capacity.<br/><br/>The phone rang. Once. Twice. Again, Stellan's heart racing. The fingers of his free hand tapped against the steering wheel. "Eivind?" he muttered, his eyes beginning to sting. "I-It's Blue, Eivind." His voice was beginning to crack. "Lofgren has him."