The man who owned Stellan's garage was a decent sort. A kind human with a generous heart, always opening his arms and his pull-out couch to Stellan whenever he needed it. He'd offered to sell the garage to the big wolf half a dozen times--it might as well have Stellan's name on it, he was the only one who worked there anymore, he said--but the wolf had always reluctantly refused. Too difficult to keep a shop running smoothly when he was constantly called back to the pack, needed for whatever dastardly thing Lofgren was planning next. Stellan would leave, and eventually come back, and good ol' Bill Yates would be there with a toothy grin.<br/><br/>The heavy sense of gratitude and lingering debt Stellan harbored was the reason he had to refuse once Sig had told him the date for the bachelor party. The same night as Bill's wife's birthday. Showing up was the one thing Stellan could do to alleviate some of the pressure he felt at having to owe William Yates for years of benevolence.<br/><br/><i>"You guys go ahead. It'll be a close-knit thing. I've had my fill of strippers, anyway. Let this be Blue's night. I trust you won't get into too much trouble."<br/>
</i><br/>It was ten o'clock in the morning and the sun was peaking through layers of gray clouds and deep green foliage. His motorcycle rumbled and hummed as he carefully parked it outside of the camper, not seeing Eivind's truck anywhere in sight. Sig hadn't returned to the garage at the end of the night, not that Stellan was surprised. It was a bachelor party, after all. Three of them probably got too wasted to drive home and took a cab back to the campsite. Made sense. Stellan was getting antsy, though, wanting to make sure his mate was safe.<br/><br/>The air was strange today.<i>Thicker</i>was the only way Stellan could think to describe it. Lifting his nose high, the wolf sniffed, curious. They were definitely here. His mate's scent was heavy on the breeze, enticing him. Digging through his pocket, Stellan pulled out the key to the camper, letting himself inside, expecting to see nothing more than the three of them huddled up together nursing hangovers.<br/><br/>"Holy shit," he gasped, eyes wide as he stared down at the pile of limbs still intertwined on the rub. Three nude bodies, Blue in the middle with each wolf on either side, clinging to him. The three of them were still passed out, reeking of metabolized alcohol, sweat, and semen. Stellan carefully tiptoed around the bodies, inhaling heavily. Eivind only smelled of Blue. Sig only smelled of Blue. Blue smelled of both, though Sig's scent was faint and quickly fading, viciously overpowered by the alpha's. The big wolf grinned, shaking his head as he crouched down onto the floor, running his hand down the side of Sig's lean body.<br/><br/>"Baby, wake up," he soothed, leaning forward to kiss Sig's forehead. "I leave you alone for one night and you let Blue fuck you, eh? Miss me that much?"