Settled. A few words exchanged between the two large wolves and there was a target placed on Blue’s head. He was an interesting toy someone wanted back because they hadn’t been done playing with it. They were going to bring Blue back and they were going to have to hope for the best. They had a few days to do it. Lofgren would be satisfied to wait in that time, have Blue returned, and then make his attack on the other pack. Hopefully, he wouldn’t live long enough to do much damage. To Blue and the rest of the wolves.<br/><br/>Stellan’s hands kept him focused, hearing ‘lets get out of here for now’ instead of what he’d actually said. They paid their dues on the way out, socializing with the other wolves, but Lofgren was watching from afar. A clear indication that they needed to get a move on, and so they didn’t dawdle.<br/><br/>Back on Stellan’s bike. Back the way they had come.<br/><br/>A few miles down the long country road, Sig tugged on Stellan, indicating that he needed to pull over. The recent conversation, plus getting back on the road right after was making him feel ill. Or maybe it was just his body’s way of stalling as they headed back into town, to Blue, where they would be one step closer to their plan. He knelt in the grass, panting, and a little bit in shock with himself.<br/><br/>“Fuck, Stellan. We’re really doing this. We’re really fucking doing this.” Sig seemed a little panicked, nausea coming to him in waves.<br/><br/>“We need to..” Sig struggled with his words, remembering the other part of the deal. “We need to kill some time. I need to go see Alaric. Get some of the things I told Blue I would, but we need to make sure no one followed us.”<br/><br/>Sig didn’t want to go any further forward with their plans. It was getting too close. He wanted to back out.<br/><br/>“Let’s tell Eivind. Let’s tie Blue up in the camper and skip town. Eivind will choose his mate over his pack. I know it. Blue will understand eventually.”