Before they had moved tears were beginning to well at the edges of Blue's gray eyes. Garlan's voice gnashed at him not unlike the teeth that had left lifelong scars on his person, the teeth that had almost killed him.<br/><br/>"Fuck you," Blue growled, a snarl at his lips as the other wolf approached. Even now, Blue had no patience for the arrogant little prick.<br/><br/>"Lofgren's waiting, Garlan," Stellan warned, brow furrowed deeply. "Do you want to be the one to tell him his delivery was late due to idle chatter, or should I?" Thankfully, with the big wolf's low tone and Sig's subtle gestures, Garlan seemed in no mood to tempt either of them today. If Garlan was the reason Blue escaped a second time, Stellan doubted there would be any mercy left in Lofgren's bones for the ugly wolf.<br/><br/>They walked. Sig in front, Stellan and Blue behind. The big wolf wrenched Blue's arms behind and kept him that way, eliciting light whines from the human. The closer they got to the cabin, the more Blue began to wiggle and writhe. Eyes would be on them now, even if he couldn't see them, and he reminded himself that this needed to look real. This needed to look like Blue was being taken here against his will. He needed to fight. Lofgren loved a struggle.<br/><br/><i>Whatever I do, you promised you'd play along. You promised you wouldn't let go. </i>Blue kicked at the ground, twisting and flopping left to right and back again in Stellan's grasp. Even with adrenaline pumping through his veins, the skinny human was no match for Stellan, but the wolf still had a difficult time keeping his hold tight. Having to do this to Blue, to his friend... if all this went wrong, he was unsure if he'd ever be able to forgive himself. Eivind certainly wouldn't allow him to forget it.<br/><br/>Crying and screaming, Blue was shoved into the dingy little cabin where he had been left to die. Sig had shut the door behind them, to give them a brief moment of privacy before Lofgren caught wind of their arrival. Stellan reached up and wiped at the tears on Blue's cheeks.<br/><br/>"Shhh, just for a moment," he instructed. "Here." He handed Blue a capsule. "Remember, bite down when he is about to kiss you, okay?" He looked around the room briefly before pulling out a sharp hunting knife from his belt. Kneeling down, Stellan hid the knife beneath a decrepit dresser, half falling apart and leaning to one side. "When he's down, grab the knife, cut his throat. Ear to ear, not straight across, got it? You want to make sure you cut the jugular."<br/><br/>"Okay," Blue whispered, nodding slowly.<br/><br/>"You can do this, Blue. Sig and I will be right outside. We'll make sure all the other wolves stay away. If something goes wrong, we have more pills, more knives. When all this is done, Lof will be dead, and you'll be free to live with Eivind wherever you want. You can do this."<br/><br/>"Go," Blue breathed, sniffling. "I'll be okay."<br/><br/>Stellan stared at Blue for a few long, agonizing seconds. He pulled the boy close, hugging him, stroking the hair at the back of his head before pulling away and exiting the cabin, leaving Blue alone.<br/><br/>The capsule rolled slowly in the palm of his hand. It would be enough, assuming things went according to plan. The human felt his legs grow heavy, as if they had been replaced by replicas made of lead. He fell to his knees in the center of the floor, a thick layer of dust erupting around him. Tears fell down his cheeks, so hot and salty they burned his skin. He began to sob into his hand, face twisted into a mask of abject terror as he imagined what Lofgren would do to him once he stepped through that creaking door.<br/><br/><i>What have I done?</i>