It seemed that Blue's words finally had some kind of effect on Eivind, as the older male glowered at Blue and began speaking to him in an irritated manner. He spoke to Blue more now than he had since finding him in Lofgren's cabin, and for some reason that aggravated the human to an even deeper extent. "Maybe I don't know what's good for me!" Blue snapped back, glaring at Eivind with bright eyes, though dark, bruise-like circles underneath them marred the young man's otherwise attractive face. "But you know what I for sure know is bad for me? Fucking werewolves!" His voice was loud and unapologetic as he approached the edge of the couch, tossing his insults to Eivind over his shoulder. Eivind's comment about Blue wanting to return to Alden, however, had gone too far, and Blue found himself wrapped up in his own fury. It spread beyond his ire at Eivind, latching onto an anger that he had been carrying in his belly for weeks, unable to ever express except when Alden or Lofgren had locked him in the shed for the night with nothing to keep him company save his own hatred.<br/><br/>"I don't fucking want to go back to Alden!" Blue screamed, the veins in his elegant neck throbbing as spittle sprayed from his trembling lips. "Even if I could go back, I never want to fucking see him again! Or Lofgren, or Garlan, or any of them. I wish there were all dead. You did the fucking world a favor by killing Alden, okay?" He shut his eyes and lowered his head, shaking it back and forth in a desperate attempt to quell his verbal tantrum, but it couldn't be stopped. His lips opened again of their own will, his tongue and lungs working together to form all the words he wished he could have said earlier, perhaps to Alden's face, to anyone who would listen without tearing out his throat. "I regret what I did, crawling to him, okay? I hate myself for it. The moment he looked at me I knew I made the second biggest mistake of my fucking life, the first one being in the preserve that day and letting Lofgren take me. You think I really want to go back to that? To daily beatings, and rape, and being used like a fucking toy for Lofgren's pack to abuse until they grow tired of me? Look at my fucking shoulder! Look at my body, all of it! Do you think I fucking enjoyed that?"<br/><br/>He wasn't going to wait for an answer. He was close to the door now, all he had to do was push himself off and reach for it, but Eivind was grabbing him now, tugging him to him and spinning him around so that they were facing one another. Blue, unprepared for the sudden redirection, stumbled and fell into Eivind, crashing into the wolf's chest. Eivind seemed unaffected, and it reminded him of Lofgren, the way Blue's body never seemed to even provide the wolf with the tiniest bit of struggle.<br/><br/>Blue was ready to scream at Eivind again, but something odd had caught his ear. "What the hell do you mean you don't know what you're doing?" he asked, his chest heaving as Eivind held him, their faces close. How Eivind could tolerate Blue's hot breath when the boy hadn't been able to brush his teeth in weeks, Blue didn't know. "You came in there with a plan to kill me, and you changed it. Are you trying to tell me that you did this . . . you took me on a fucking whim?" The notion sounded too ridiculous to be true. Eivind had been the one driving everything. He had fought Sieger when the male had tried to touch him, demanded Alaric tend to his wound, murdered Alden, put his entire pack in jeopardy to get Blue out of Lofgren's territory and he didn't even know why? Blue had to wonder for a moment if perhaps Eivind was not all right in the head. Is that why he lived alone, because he was too crazy for any of the other wolves to want to be with him? But then if he were so unbalanced, why would the other wolves bring him along to deal with Lofgren in the first place? Someone had sent him to go get Blue; he had to believe that wasn't a task they would give to anyone they didn't trust completely. And Eivind hadn't shown any signs of instability that Blue had noticed, save for perhaps his incredibly short temper, but that didn't seem to be a quality that was rare among wolves.<br/><br/>As Eivind held him, Blue could sense it, that annoying feeling. That feeling that tickled at his skin, that feeling that told Blue he was<i>supposed </i>to be there with Eivind. He hated it and wished that it would go away, especially now. He was too angry at Eivind to entertain whatever deluded whisper existed in the back of his head that told him Eivind was rather nice looking for a werewolf, or that Blue perhaps<i>liked</i>the way Eivind took control, even if he didn't seem to know why. Eivind was a werewolf. That was that. Whatever this was, this disgusting feeling inside of him, Blue was determined to drown it in a sea of rage.<br/><br/>"Fine, you're not going to hurt me," Blue spat, wiggling against Eivind's body, but even that movement took much, and Blue put even more of his weight on Eivind though it bothered him to do so. "So what do we do then?" he asked bitterly. "You just going to shove pills down my throat until I pass out?"