Blue wasn't sure how to react underneath Jamsen's careful stare, and a few awkward seconds stretched by as he sat on the ground, waiting for something to happen. The breeze licked at his wet skin while the sun's rays pressed down on him, perhaps the most pleasant sensation Blue had experienced since Lofgren had abducted him—what, only a day ago? It seemed so far away now, as if the life Blue lived before being dragged into a nightmare by Lofgren's powerful jaws was someone else's life, or perhaps the life of some fictional boy Blue had read about in a crushingly boring book.<br/><br/>So he waited for anything to happen, and he received Jamsen's stare only in response. Blue stared back, attempting to see something in Jamsen's eyes that could give him some sort of clue as to what was going to happen to him. The older werewolf's gaze wasn't cold like Lofgren's, but it was steely nonetheless and didn't give much away. It wasn't until Jamsen addressed the alpha male that Blue began to understand what was happening, and was given the tiniest sliver of hope.<br/><br/>Judging by Jamsen's tone, Blue could tell that the man didn't necessarily care what happened to him; he cared only what happened to the pack, and even Blue couldn't fault him for that. If Jamsen's disposition for self-preservation was what led to be boy being released, Blue couldn't have cared less what the man's reasoning was. His eyes volleyed back and forth between Jamsen and Lofgren as the two traded tense words. Blue watched Lofgren especially, noting the way his brawny form tensed up in response to Jamsen's relatively light chastising. A small voice hissed inside of Blue's head, telling him to move just seconds before Lofgren shifted and hurled himself at the older male, and Blue scrambled desperately to put as much space as possible between him and the feuding beasts.<br/><br/>Blue's eyes were wide with shock and terror as he watched the men transform, a process that seemed so seamless although it should have been impossible. He had always imagined a werewolf's shifting to be a grotesque process as bones adjusted, fur sprouted, noses elongated into muzzles, and teeth grew sharp and pointed. But it was fluid, like pouring water from a glass bowl into a cylinder, the shape may have changed but the contents still, somehow, remained remarkably familiar. Perhaps, if Blue ever received a quiet moment, he could think on the marvel it was to bear witness to a process that seemed to be fueled only by magic, but that moment certainly wasn't now, with teeth gnashing and black fur flying.<br/><br/>The other wolves kept their distance as the two tore into one another. Blue couldn't look away. The fight seemed to be evenly matched at first, and Blue's heart stopped at the possibility that maybe, just maybe he would be able to get out of the forest, but that hope was dashed as quickly as it had been born in the young man's chest. Soon it was just Lofgren with a limp, submissive body in between his teeth, violently tearing and shaking it, even after the older wolf had given up.<br/><br/><i>Please don't kill him</i>, Blue thought sadly, watching but unable to move. Eventually, Lofgren stopped, releasing Jamsen's drooping body and making his way over to the water, which sprouted into a red bloom where he lay. Blue couldn't be sure how much of the blood was Lofgren's and how much was his opponent's, but judging by the way Jamsen remained on the ground, his chest barely moving, Blue could make his guess.<br/><br/>Lofgren left the pack without saying a word to anyone, without calling for Blue or acknowledging his existence, leaving both the human and the collection of wolves in a state of confusion. Blue took a few steps toward Jamsen's body, wanting to check and see if the wolf was still alive, but a man stepped in front of him, blocking his way. This one was much smaller than either Lofgren or Jamsen, still bigger than Blue but not in a way that intimidated the man at all, not after having dealt with who seemed to be the most dangerous of the pack. He rolled his eyes at the man's insult and looked over his shoulder at Jamsen, still waiting to see if he moved.<br/><br/>The wolves talked amongst themselves, trying to decide what to do with their new toy. The indecision seemed to wear on all of them, including Blue, before one man stepped forward, a crooked grin on his face.<br/><br/>“What the hell are you all waiting for?” he asked, moving toward Blue and pushing the tawny haired man to the side. He was slightly bulkier than Blue but about two inches shorter, with a bald head and a pair of dark eyes the ugliest shade of green Blue had ever seen. It reminded him of something sickly, like pus or mucous, and the brown circles underneath the man's eyes did nothing to aid his rather homely appearance. Scars littered the man's body, as if he got into a lot of fights but hadn't won any of them, and Blue couldn't imagine that this man was very high on whatever arbitrary social structure the beasts had managed to cobble together.<br/><br/>“Lofgren wants us to have him. And I can see why. He's pretty. He must be a great fuck if Lofgren wants to save him for later. And unlike Jamsen over there,” he jerked his thumb in the wolf's direction, chuckling heartily, “I don't plan on rejecting such a nice present from our alpha. I'm going play with him.”<br/><br/>“Wait just a fucking minute,” another man called from the huddled group, “why the fuck do you get to have him first, Garlan? A lowly mutt such as you shouldn't get to take him when there are wolves stronger and better than you.”<br/><br/>“I'm going to have him first because I'm the one that stepped up!” Garlan growled. He reached out a hand for Blue, who had been passively listening to the wolves' squabbles, and pressed it down against his shoulder, urging Blue back into the kneeling position he had taken in front of Jamsen. Garlan was strong, as it seemed all werewolves were, but it was nothing compared to the raw power of Lofgren, and Blue found himself submitting to Garlan's urgings more out of exhaustion than anything else.<br/><br/>With his crotch in Blue's face, he could see that Garlan was already aroused at just the prospect of having Blue to himself. Blue groaned audibly at the sight of Garlan's slanted cock and grimaced when he pulled back his foreskin, revealing a bulbous pink head that was unpleasant to behold even for a guy who enjoyed looking at cocks.<br/><br/>Blue felt a hand press hard against the back of his head and gagged when the man's penis penetrated his mouth, more from the taste than any stimulation of his gag reflex. Garlan tasted like a literal animal, something that had spent all day rolling around in the dirt. The werewolf trembled as he pushed Blue's head farther down his shaft, a low animalistic grunt sounding from him as Blue's lips rubbed against him. It had been a long time since Garlan had felt the wondrous sensation of another's mouth on him. Being so low in the hierarchy didn't leave him with many options when it came to mating, as Lofgren always had first pick and Lofgren always got what he wanted. Blue, while not his mate, was an exceptional toy, and as Garlan let out another deep rumble, he couldn't stop himself from inwardly laughing at Jamsen's defiance. Lofgren had offered this fresh meat to him on a silver platter and Jamsen had refused. Garlan couldn't think of a stupider response to the alpha's generosity.<br/><br/>With his hands on Garlan's thighs, Blue passively allowed the smelly man to use him for only a few moments before he grew tired of the unimpressive member violating his orifice. Silver eyes looked up as best they could, and an indiscernible amount of joy sparkled at the edge of Blue's lips before he sank his teeth deep into Garlan's hardened shaft, eliciting a high-pitched squeal of pain as Garlan tossed Blue to the side and leaped back.<br/><br/>The other wolves balked in response to Garlan's screams, watching as the man cupped his genitals protectively. “The bitch fucking BIT me!” he howled, moving away as far as he could from Blue and back towards his peers. “The stupid slut fucking bit me! I'm going to kill that little bastard!”<br/><br/>“You can't. Lofgren wants him alive,” another, smaller man said softly. He looked to be a runt.<br/><br/>Blue, amused at Garlan's bellowing, stood up and brushed the dirt off of his knees. He was outnumbered, surrounded, but his ability to feel fear had diminished somewhat with Lofgren's parting. There were some large wolves here, wolves that Blue knew he should be wary of, but what could they do, what could any of them do that would be worse than all the things Lofgren had already done?