Eivind was, in the simplest terms Blue could manage to conjure, a terrible beauty. He was a wolf, yes, with all the identifying markers, but he was also something much more. Werewolves were horrific creatures, especially when seen up close. A normal gray wolf was large and imposing enough and could strike fear into the heart of any human, especially with a healthy one weighing just over one hundred pounds, but werewolves were some hideous mutation, a science experiment gone wrong, canine Mr. Hydes. They were bigger, stronger, more violent, with intelligent eyes and a brain that could reason and scheme. Eivind shared this trait with his wolf brethren, this look about him that immediately classified him as something dangerous, something to be avoided at all costs. As Blue stared at him he could feel a rapid pounding in his chest that seemed so loud he was sure Eivind could hear the blood rushing through him. The wolf was so large that even Blue's long body could be tucked against him without having to worry about limbs being left out to freeze in the unforgiving forest air.<br/><br/>The beast slowly padded over to Blue, unable to speak, unable to do anything but move leisurely, carefully, and look at Blue with eyes that reminded him of yellow amber. The rich reddish brown glint to Eivind's fur was unlike anything Blue had yet seen in any of the other wolves. All of them had been varying shades of gray, deepening to the very blackest of blacks for some. His body was lean, just like in his human form, but never did it suggest any ounce of weakness. Eivind was strong and capable, with a sureness to his movements that settled Blue somewhat, despite the tightness in his chest that came with being close to something so deadly.<br/><br/>"You're beautiful," Blue said, not knowing how or why the words spilled from his mouth, or how Eivind would take them. A blush immediately claimed Blue's face and he looked down at the ground, embarrassed by his own inability to keep his mouth shut. Blue was grateful that Eivind could not speak, as he had no desire to have the wolf offer any kind of response to his unplanned compliment. When Eivind had settled, Blue moved over to him with mild trepidation, lying down on his good side next to the wolf's body so that he could tuck himself into his fur. Although Eivind's hair was much rougher than the boy had anticipated, it was incredibly thick and warm, and Blue found himself almost instantly melting into Eivind, clinging to his body so that he could benefit from his companion's rich coat. It was the most comfortable that Blue had felt in weeks.<br/><br/>He couldn't say how long they lay there together, waiting for any sign of Alaric to surface. Blue had managed to fall into a semi-conscious state, not completely asleep but not totally aware of his surroundings, either. Eivind's body curled around Blue protectively, offering the human a small nest of warmth and security, but Blue knew that one could never be too careful out in the open, not while they were still in Lofgren's territory with the rest of Eivind's pack nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>Not too long after the sun disappeared behind the trees did Blue finally hear a strange yet familiar crunch and the low hum of an approaching engine traveling carefully along the dirt road. Blue wiggled against the wolf's body, sinking his hands into the thick fur and rubbing against the broad form to rouse him. "Eivind, Eivind, I think it's Alaric!" Blue moving to sit himself up and managing to do so only by leaning heavily on Eivind for support. Blue peered in the direction of the sound but all he could see were two low beams of light pointing in his direction, blinding him to the rest of the vehicle's body.<br/><br/>Waves of relief washed over Blue as he sat there. His plan, shaky though it was, had worked, and Alaric had returned to them. After weeks of ceaseless torture, rape, and pain Blue would finally be far away from Lofgren and his demented wolves. If Blue were lucky, he would never have to see the evil creature again. At long last he was going to be free. Fucking free.<br/><br/>But, he wasn't. Freedom wasn't in the cards for Blue, and he remembered this solemnly as he looked to Eivind. The wolf had made it very clear that although Blue was being taken away from Lofgren, he wasn't being let go, either. He was Eivind's prisoner, and for reasons the wolf had yet to properly explain, he had no plans to release Blue anytime soon. He imagined that Eivind planned on taking him back to his pack's territory, but why? What new horrors would be waiting for him when he arrived, a defenseless human boy with expressive silver eyes, a smart mouth, and a face that werewolves couldn't seem to resist?