It was easy to lie there with him, even in the not-so plush bed with the sounds of too-loud conversations happening outside their window. Blue was sketching a wolf again, a common theme since he had begun his life alongside Eivind. The older male lay beneath him, lazily stroking Blue's naked back as the young man colored in the blank pages of his sketchbook. He had hardly noticed when Sig and Stellan walked in, too focused on creating the smooth line of the howling wolf's neck. His drawing was left alone as Eivind began sitting up and pulling Blue close to him, keeping the human snug against his chest.<br/><br/>“Wait, what are you talking about?” Blue replied, somewhat dazed as his mate gently set him aside like a delicate doll. Before any details were spilled, Eivind was already itching to hunt down another wolf and sick his fangs into his throat. Blue slipped off of the bed, tight jeans clinging to his lower half while the milky skin of his torso was exposed for all the wolves to see. He curled himself around his mate like a serpent, whispering in his ear as he placed a hand on the wolf's chest. “Enough, Vin,” he said gently, kissing the older male's lobe. Eivind was difficult to soothe but easy to manipulate; feeling his young mate against him was usually enough to keep the surly werewolf in place.<br/><br/>Stellan's eyes traveled along the long, sharp lines of Blue's body. The boy was elegant and svelte, but the scars that marred his torso were difficult to look at and detracted from his otherwise unoffensive form. Scars that Garlan had left. Never one to be known for his intelligence, Stellan was sharp enough to realize that telling Eivind<i>Garlan</i>was the one who visited was a bad idea. Garlan had permanently damaged and almost killed the alpha's mate; there was no way Eivind would let that go if he knew the truth.<br/><br/>“Who visited me ain't as important as what we heard,” Stellan explained, grabbing Eivind's attention with his firm words and hard stare. “Lofgren is thinking about makin' a move on Sieger. Doesn't seem like he has much of a plan yet. Not even sure if he really wants to do it, but he's thinkin' about it. I don't wanna worry you guys in case he decides to be lazy and let all this go, but he's pissed. 'Bout Alden, and now Colten. You guys may need to make a decision about whether you're gonna be on the run forever or if you're gonna go back and help when your pack needs it.”<br/><br/>“We can't run,” Blue interjected stubbornly, pulling himself away from his mate and straightening up as he spoke. “We have too much here. Even if we're staying in this dingy shithole for now.” He looked around the small motel room, taking note of the piles of art supplies he had brought from the cabin and accumulated since returning to the city. “I don't want to go any farther from home than we've already gone. I can finish school or establish any kind of business for myself if we're scampering away from Lofgren like a bunch of terrified mice.”