As the hulking alpha closed the cabin door, Blue felt a strong urge to vomit. Nausea bubbled up inside his gut as the wolf approached, smelling of sweat, earth, and blood. He seemed calm. Calmer than Blue would have preferred, though he wasn't entirely surprised. Lofgren believed himself to be entirely in control of the situation. He wasn't entirely wrong. Their plan was tenuous at best, too many unseen variables to ensure success. Blue simply had to adapt, adjust to what Lofgren threw at him in the hopes that whatever happened, at the end of it all Lofgren would want to keep him alive.<br/><br/>Shaky palms came and wiped at the tears staining his face. "Don't you dare talk about my husband," he hissed, jaw clenched so tightly he would have worried about bone cracking beneath skin were it not for the perilous situation he had placed himself in. "You don't deserve to even say his name. Once he finds out what you and your fucking lackeys have done, he's going to kill you, just like that bastard Alden." Blue's glare was a frozen dagger intent on piercing the spot between Lofgren's eyes.<br/><br/>The cabin seemed even more devious and decrepit now, as if Lofgren had let the place go to rot after Blue had been stolen from him. It didn't seem as though the alpha had bothered to find another human toy after that. This was a relief to Blue, though he kept this feeling of consolation buried deep down inside of himself, beneath the fear, the anger, and the hatred. He couldn't allow Lofgren to see anything other than his loathing, his naive confidence that his lover would come to save him once again.<br/><br/>"You've made a mistake bringing me back here. He'll know, and he'll come looking for me."