Sig couldn’t find his words, especially watching his mate manhandle Blue, even at the human’s prompting. He only nodded and licked his lips nervously, trying to remain composed for Blue. He wanted to shift but wouldn’t do that to Stellan, not to mention they might need something he carried on his person. The various plan ‘b’s.<br/><br/>“No fucking way!” they heard in disbelief. It was Garlan, looking both surprised and smug as hell. He was smirking, shaking his head at Blue, as if to remind him that Alden wasn’t around anymore. Sig wasn’t obvious about it but he put himself between them. It looked like a subtle challenge between the two smaller wolves more than anything, nothing unusual given their short and violent history, but with Stellan right there Garlan didn’t push the issue. He remembered how it had ended the last time and he knew better than to try and touch the human before Lofgren had even laid eyes on him again. Their alpha was going to be pleased, and he wouldn’t get in the way of letting Stellan have this one. He'd done a fine job.<br/><br/>The scents coming off Blue didn’t need to be faked. He felt for Stellan having to drag him in, dramatics high for the benefit of Lofgren, but the fear had to be very real for Blue. Back towards the run-down shack. Where Lofgren had kept Blue once before.<br/><br/>At least the other wolves hadn’t followed and Lofgren apparently hadn’t caught on just yet. With Garlan he knew that would likely be short-lived. It was easy to plant the knife though, look to Blue one last time, trying to silently communicate anything final. Sig left the door open as Stellan brought him inside. When Lofgren walked up it would probably look like he was doing his part, guarding the door and keeping the human inside. A good, obedient mate to Stellan. The trap had been set, Blue unfortunately as the bait.