The garage was quiet, something Stellan usually found solace in but tonight all the silence did was remind him of Sig's absence. He didn't understand why he couldn't sleep despite the exhaustion that seemed to weigh down every limb, and he couldn't seem to close his eyes without seeing his mate's face and aching to touch his skin. He snarled in frustration as he sat up on the pull-out couch Stellan slept on for what seemed like the twentieth time, turning on all the lights and grabbing his tools.<br/><br/>Even tinkering with the mustang in his shop did little to settle the anxious twitching of his eye or his constant need to pace. Like a wild animal trapped in a cage, Stellan felt cooped up, irritable, and ready to snap. What was this feeling? What was happening to him? He recalled stories of how some wolves had a tough time adjusting to the mating process. The rush of hormones and emotions was overwhelming even to the calmest of werewolves, but Stellan didn't realize it would be like<i>this</i>.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" he yelled, shoving his tool box from the table and finding no pleasure as it crashed to the floor, a cacophony of metal clashing against metal. He snatched his keys and clumsily pulled his leather jacket around his shoulders, intending on returning to Eivind and Blue's motel when he heard the familiar rumble of Eivind's diesel engine pulling up outside his shop.<br/><br/>Stellan lifted up the garage door just as the two wolves were climbing out of the cab, the human curled up in the back with a blanket and snoozing soundly. "Sig," he whispered, feeling as if it had been months since they had last been together even though it had been no more than a few hours. He rushed to the little wolf, pulling him into his arms and holding him close. The agitation in him seemed to melt away as he pressed Sig's tiny body against his own. "I think takin' you back must've been a mistake," he laughed, nuzzling into Sig's neck affectionately. "Felt like I was goin' mad. I'm... I'm sorry for last night. I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise."<br/><br/>He looked up to Eivind, relief settling over his face like a mask. "Thanks," he said simply, nodding. "I don't know if Sig told you everything, but we had a tough night. I'm real happy you brought 'im here."<br/><br/>"Vin?" A sleepy voice called from the back of Eivind's truck, followed be a series of long, drawn-out yawns. Blue stretched out his thin limbs as much as the cab would allow before clumsily shuffling from the truck, blanket wrapped around him like a cozy cocoon. He groaned with the effort, head pounding and ass feeling like it had taken a specifically rough beating. If he and Eivind fucked after leaving the bar, Blue certainly didn't remember it, but obviously he had gotten up to<i>something </i>last night.<br/><br/>"What's going on? We at the garage?" he mumbled, taking small, measured steps toward his mate. "What happened last night?"