Lofgren was heavy, a body carved out of weighty, dense muscle attempting to crush Blue's thin frame into the solid rock. Blue continued to flail and squirm despite Lofgren's demands, only halting for brief moment as a clenched fist slammed into his stomach, stealing the breath from his diaphragm. Air left him in a violent<i>whoosh</i>, followed by a low, sickening groan as the human's body contracted and then went momentarily limp. At the very least, Lofgren had the decency to avoid Blue's fragile ribs, though it was likely the alpha's "carefulness" wasn't intentional. He simply wanted Blue to shut up and remain still, something the young man had no desire to do as long as he still maintained consciousness. Knowing Lofgren's preferences, it was doubtful the wolf--even when injured--would enjoy raping a body gone slack.<br/><br/>Naked and sticky with blood and sweat, grabbing onto the thrashing Blue was a difficult task. The alpha's sex was thick and heavy against Blue's lean thigh, pressing down onto him with urgency. Blue could feel his body begin to tense in raw, unmitigated fear as his brain began to remember the severe pain he experienced each time Lofgren had fucked him. How his delicate entrance was torn apart, how his body was consistently riddled with bruises and scabs. Starving, broken, exhausted, Blue had been brutally transformed into a walking sex toy, a walking corpse. He couldn't go back to that. He wouldn't.<br/><br/>"I would die before I ever let you keep me," he spat, saliva spraying from his lips.<i>"Fuck you, you piece of shit."<br/>
</i><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Stellan was sniffing along a narrow ledge, following the zigzagging path of Lofgren's scent when Sig found him. The little wolf's light, compact body made it much easier for him to scale the mountainside, leaving Stellan almost embarrassed and disheartened. If Sig caught up to him this quickly, was it possible Lofgren had already caught Blue, too?<br/><br/>Reluctantly, Stellan wobbly padded back to his mate, turning his nose away as Sig offered the pills. He didn't want them, but his mate seemed to be having none of it, coaxing Stellan's muzzle back to him and pushing the pills into his mouth and down his throat as if he were an uncooperative pet. The water was a more welcome substance, and Stellan lapped at it eagerly, wetting the inside of his dry, dust-caked throat.<br/><br/>At Sig's prompting, Stellan transformed back, his body covered with quickly developing bruises and open wounds, more grisly-looking now that there was no thick fur to hide them. "This is all wrong. I gave Blue some time but Lofgren is... even more persistent than usual," he explained, his voice tired, gravelly and weak. "This isn't just fun and games anymore. It's personal for him. I think he..." Stellan paused, lifting his nose and sniffing, eyes wide.<br/><br/>"You smell that?" he asked, stepping in the direction of the wafting scent. "It's blood. Not Blue's," he clarified. "They're close."