"Eivind is a better hunter than you'll ever fucking be," Blue snarled back, sliding against the rock, fingers still attempting to discover a small opening somewhere, anywhere, desperate to cram his body into some tighter space to keep Lofgren away. "He'll find me," Blue threatened, though his words rang hollow in the craggy cavern, floating weightlessly from his lips and flitting away without affecting the bleeding alpha in the slightest. Even if Eivind<i>was</i>a better hunter than Lofgren, it certainly didn't matter if his husband didn't know he was missing. Stellan and Sig had been instructed to tell Eivind nothing, and it would still be an hour or two yet until Eivind returned to the camper to find his young lover was gone. Blue was on his own.<br/><br/>Though Blue pushed back into the darkness, hiding his narrow body in a futile effort to keep the werewolf at bay, the faint streams of dusty light still illuminated scant bits of their earthen prison cell. Blood ran in thick, jagged lines down Lofgren's front, wet and sticky and staining the ground with each step. The wolf looked to be clutching at his middle, attempting to arrest the flow of blood with pressure and will power alone but Blue could see it wasn't having much of an effect. He was slow and sluggish, propelled forward only by his stubborn desire to feel Blue squirm beneath him.<br/><br/>Even injured, Lofgren was still powerful and menacing, his tenacity seemingly immortal. Blue felt his body stiffen as the alpha lunged at him, slamming him back against the cavern wall and forcing them both to crumple to the floor in a mess of tired, scratched and bruised limbs. "Get the fuck off of me!" Blue screamed, legs kicking, fists beating wildly at Lofgren's face in some kind of effort to push the alpha away, even if it was only for a brief second, just enough to grant Blue an escape. Something. Anything. All bravery melted away from Blue's terrified body as he struggled beneath, tears staining his cheeks.<br/><br/>He could feel Lofgren's blood drip and smear against him from the gash on his abdomen.<i>Drip, drip, drip...</i><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Stellan had followed Lofgren's powerful scent toward the mountains, but moving was incredibly slow going. Though Stellan was doing his best, exhausted and bruised limbs only made his ascent that much more difficult. Sig had rushed off to retrieve the car and hadn't caught up yet. Stellan couldn't risk waiting around knowing his alpha was right on Blue's trail. If they were lucky, Blue would either manage to still get that capsule in Lof's mouth or find some other way to incapacitate the maniac, if only for a moment. Just long enough for a well-timed escape. Or slaughter. The latter was preferable.<br/><i><br/>
I'm coming, Blue, </i>Stellan thought, heaving himself over the edge of a rock, panting wildly. He tried to imagine what he would do if it were his mate in danger, the lengths he would go to. Or even what he would do if he were Eivind. A wolf would always fight to the ends of the earth for his mate, but an alpha like Eivind possessed a ferocious need to protect that few wolves, even one as strong as himself, could match. Eivind would tear his own flesh raw and ragged to get to Blue, he decided. He must do the same.