<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“He owes you shit!” Sig snarled, simultaneously with Blue as he said essentially the same thing. It was the first time the smaller wolf had shown anything resembling anger in the presence of his new friends, but this Vincent was an ass. He's pushed Sig away and been bold with Blue again. Much too bold given the signals even he could see. Sig might have been presumptuous, but he wasn't disrespectful.<br/>
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“Most men know how to stop when the attention isn't wanted. Bet you feel like a big man, throwing your power around.” If he kept up at this rate, he was going to learn he wasn't the most dangerous man in that bar. Sure, Vincent was larger in every way, but Sig knew the feel of a strong alpha wolf when he felt one. This human was going to get pummeled. Apparently, Vincent hadn't been much better while he and Blue had been dating, as the young man supplied.<br/>
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Sig could run and go get Eivind, and put and end to this fairly quickly, but he still worried about the consequences. Would Eivind stop from killing the stupid man for touching his mate? How well socialized was he with humans? Not very, as far as Sig could tell. The smaller wolf was getting more and more angry when Vincent didn't kindly fuck off. He'd grabbed Blue again, and this time he'd dropped his glass. Not such an unusual occurrence that other people would stop what they were doing, apparently, aside from moving slightly out of the way.<br/>
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“Blue isn't going anywhere with you!” Sig said, and he was laughing at the man's audacity. “My, this kind of approach works?” Men like Vincent made it easy for men like Eivind, good decent men, to come down and replace them. Whatever Blue felt towards this man it wasn't clouded with feelings of <i>maybe</i>. Blue was very clear he wasn't interested, he'd said it out loud even.</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans"><br/>
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Eivind figured out what he was sensing, but he hadn't noticed it until it was obvious, and not just coming from Blue alone, but Sig as well. They were both angry he suddenly realized. Concerned now, Eivind stepped down from the stool.<br/>
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“I'm going to check on the boys,” he said, uncaring that he'd cut Daniel off mid-sentence. The human looked at his, brows knitting at Eivind's sudden unswayable shift in focus. He hadn't waited for a response even before stepped out on the dance floor, heading straight for where Blue was, and Eivind took in the scene that was unfolding.<br/>
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Sig was arguing with someone. That someone was holding Blue's arm, hard enough that his mate's face was pinched. He could sense the anger rolling off both males now, and the mild irritation from the stranger. A man who wasn't getting his way, obviously. A man that was touching Blue when he very well shouldn't be.<br/>
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“Who the fuck are you?” Eivind demanded, sliding a hand over Blue's back possessively. It was something even a human should understand, since his nose didn't work properly to understand Eivind's claim to Blue. He didn't need to posture excessively. That was never Eivind's style.<br/>
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“Blue's asshat ex,” Sig introduced, motioning to Vincent. “Asshat ex, meet current boyfriend.” He made a sweeping gesture towards Eivind.<br/>
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Eivind understood a little bit more, only raised his head slightly in warning, a subtle change. Sig saw it. Eivind went from perhaps throwing a warning punch to taking out someone's fucking throat, though Vincent didn't seem as if he caught it.<br/>
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“Easy, Eivind,” Sig said, low, trying to keep the situation from spiraling out of control. Eivind looked to Blue, taking in his body language, giving his hip a gentle squeeze. He didn't want to fight every single battle for Blue. Rather, he wanted Blue to feel like he had some sense of control. He wasn't weak, and sometimes it was better to let things play out. To an extent, anyway. Too much more of this nonsense and Eivind wasn't going to be able to control himself.<br/>
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“I don't think Blue likes the way you're touching him,” Eivind said, his tone even, though he was pointing out the obvious. There was more warning behind his tone, but Eivind had to be careful himself, with Blue stuck in the middle between them since Vincent hadn't released his grip.</span></span>