Blue rolled his eyes when Eivind called him stupid. It was an insult he had heard from the wolves before, and perhaps at some point he had begun to believe it himself, but at the moment he didn't have the energy to feel badly about it. "Yeah, I guess I must've missed the WARNING: RAPIST WEREWOLVES sign that was hanging up on the flimsy fence. Had I seen that I would have turned around immediately."<br/><br/>Eivind didn't respond to Blue's snarky comment, something that was exceptionally odd as poking at werewolves was usually followed by a warning display of sharp teeth, but Eivind seemed to be incredibly distracted. When the werewolf stepped out and closed the door behind him, Blue was left trying to twist himself, craning his head to the cracked window so that he could hear what was going on outside. Eivind had still offered him no information about what was going on, only spit out bits and pieces of a puzzle that Blue didn't have the tools to put together himself. He tried to slow and quiet his breathing as much as he possibly could, but even then the werewolves' voices only came to him as rough, hushed whispers that were extremely difficult to make out. He heard some phrases and names.<i>. . . mixed with humans . . . Sieger . . . staying here with him . . . Lofgren . . . return home . . . he's very sick. </i>None if it clarified anything other than Blue was probably dying, a possibility that had seemed wonderful at first, but now that someone else had said it, the eventuality seemed real and terrifying.<br/><br/>When Eivind finally returned, he came with another wolf in tow, the one that had been hovering by the door earlier. Blue looked on this new wolf warily, not liking the way he moved. Too quick, too confident, typically behaviors that Blue had learned to immediately distrust. But the female was there with them, boiling a pot of water, and she had been the only one that Blue hadn't immediately shied away from. But she said nothing, only taking things from Alaric as he passed them off to her and dumping them into the bubbling water.<br/><br/>Blue looked up at Eivind as the wolf approached his bed, his eyes wide with fear. He didn't want to be touched again, especially by another damned wolf. Alden had probably saved his life, or at least extended it for a short time, but Blue was convinced that any other prodding and poking wasn't going to end well for him. Wolves had done nothing but injure, scar, and injure him again. He was tired of being at their mercy and letting them use his body as they pleased, and he didn't even want to imagine what primitive horrors this Alaric was going to force upon him.<br/><br/>"I don't want him to touch me," Blue hissed to Eivind, his hand reaching up and clutching at the wolf's wrist in desperation. Blue had no opinion on Eivind other than an instinctual distrust, but if the wolf was intent on keeping others away, Blue would prefer it if he just kept fucking doing it instead of letting another stranger hurt him again.<br/><br/>When Alaric growled out his irritated comment, Blue dug his nails into Eivind's flesh, the fever causing him to lose all sense of control. "Fuck you, you filthy mongrel," Blue barked at Alaric, an irate fire burning through his body. "If it's too hard for you, why don't you take me out behind the cabin and shoot me like a useless old mutt. I'm sure you've done it a hundred times. Wolves don't seem to have much respect for life anyway."