Weeks of Eivind encouraging him to run, to strengthen his lungs after his debilitating injury, came back to him now as a pure burst of adrenaline. Blue's feet were light and quick on the woodsy floor, flying over grass, moss and exposed tree roots in an instinctual effort to<i>get away</i>. His heart was pounding furiously, desperate with a need to provide blood to his terrified form. Long bare legs carried him over a fair distance before he chanced looking over his shoulder to see if the wolf had bothered following him. The deafening pounding of the blood in his ears had left Blue unable to sense the young wolf behind him. In an effort to check on his pursuer, eyes tossed back behind him, Blue lost track of his footing, stumbling over a thick, unearthed root. The human threw out an expletive, catching himself before tumbling to the ground in a knot of creamy white limbs. Though the mistake had been slight, it was just enough of a blunder to allow the wolf the opportunity to grasp at Blue's flailing arm and bring him crashing down to the ground.<br/><br/>A ragged breath was smashed out of Blue's diaphragm as the wolf came down on top of him, attempting to pin him into the dirt. It was clear the young wolf was getting frustrated, growling his intentions at Blue, though the human wasn't trying all that hard to listen. He didn't care what the wolf wanted to do, he didn't care about apologies. The wolf was an enemy, a threat, and Blue's fear had forced him to run in the face of imminent danger. Unlike Lofgren, Colten wasn't such an overwhelming physical presence that Blue was left feeling hopeless. His struggling may have accomplished little more than heightening Colten's irritation with him, but it was better than falling limp and giving in.<br/><br/>Eivind's arrival was swift and unexpected. Trapped in a heavy fog of terror, Blue had forgotten his wild mate was prowling the woods, searching for him. The small wolf on top of him faltered, pausing for a moment as he inhaled the scent markers in Blue's body, designating him as someone who should have never been touched. Colten hastily tumbled off of Blue, shifting, but it wasn't quick enough to protect himself from Eivind's vicious jaws. The bigger, darker alpha sunk his fangs deep into the tawny wolf's body, tugging and yanking until Colten was directly beneath him, paws scratching in the dirt. Blue's eyes grew wide and glassy as he watched Eivind sink his teeth into Colten's throat.<br/><br/>The sounds that came from Colten's maw were horrific, high-pitched squeals of pain, shrill and head-splitting. Blue cowered on the ground, scrambling backwards as his mate thrashed his overly muscled neck, intent on bleeding all life from the squealing creature's body. Like a dog with a sturdy tug toy, Eivind violently swung his head back and forth, even after Colten attempted to turn himself into nothing more than rag doll, still howling pitifully all the while. Listening to Colten cry out was torturous; all Blue could do was sit in the dirt and watch, eyes utterly transfixed as his mate held on, fire in his pupils and intent on wringing all signs of life from another one of Blue's rapists.<br/><br/>The minutes dragged on like hours, Colten's whimpering trickling from him like the streams of blood that now stained both wolves' coats. When Eivind finally dropped the small wolf's limp body, Blue could see a black hole in his throat, wet and glistening, though all damage to the beast's flesh was hidden by thick fur matted down with blood. Eivind stood, watching the wolf for a long while until he was sure there was nothing left inside of him. Colten did not change as he passed from life into death. Any evidence of the young man he had once been was gone and would exist only as a memory to his pack mates. As he lay now, he was nothing more than slightly too-large wolf who had stepped out of bounds, traveled too far when he should have just stayed home.<br/><br/>Blue was still as the bloodied wolf turned his attention toward him, panting and painted with his kill's scarlet essence. The beast's head was low and inquisitive, gently prodding Blue for affirmation. The human gasped at first when the wolf came close, but settled quickly, remembering who this wolf was, what he had done for him. Tentative fingers reached out, searching somewhere, anywhere that wasn't drenched in blood. “Eivind,” he whispered, pulling himself up onto his knees and weaving his digits through patches of dry coat.<br/><br/>“I don't know... I don't know what he was doing here,” Blue mumbled, tears blossoming at the edges of his eyelids. “He just followed me, out of nowhere. He... he didn't know I was alive. He was surprised. I don't know why he was...” Blue tried to continue but found himself overwhelmed. With the threat now gone, all the young man could do was tremble against his lover's large, intimidating form. Too many questions were trying to escape his tongue all at once, melding together into an unintelligible mishmash of blubbering.<br/><br/>“I thought I was safe here,” Blue cried, pressing himself hard into Eivind's wet fur. Emotion consumed him, forcing heavy salty tears to stain his face in dirty streams across his cheeks. The blood was the least of his concerns right now as he held onto Eivind tightly, fingers aching from how desperately he pulled at the wolf's dense coat.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">x - x - x - x - x​</div><br/>Their meal finished, Stellan wasted no time in pulling Sig into his lap, peppering kisses all along the little wolf's compact body. He'd respect Blue's wishes and not fuck in the house if it came to that, but it was impossible for him to sit and stare at Sig for long without needing to touch. The Swedish wolf was enchanting and enticing, always encouraging Stellan's inner wolf who craved to mate like the beasts they were. Fucking Sig had reminded Stellan of just how satisfying it could be to fuck another wolf, not having to worry about being too aggressive or scaring them off.<br/><br/>Stellan had his hand down between Sig's legs and his lips at his neck when the strained but distant sounds of a dying wolf prickled his ears. A wolf's howl could be heard for miles; a cry for help didn't travel quite as far but it was loud and piercing enough to attract attention. Stellan tore his mouth away from Sig and paused, frozen.<br/><br/>“You hear that?” he asked, gently slipping Sig off of his lap and moving toward the door to the back porch. It was subtle, perhaps imperceptible to the wolves in Eivind's pack whose cabins were all situated closely together, happy in the noise. Eivind's cabin was set farthest away from the others and the ambient chatter, but closer to the ever encroaching woods. Stellan pushed open the back door and stepped out onto the porch, listening.<br/><br/>There! Again, a high-pitched screech. Needy, frightened. Not Eivind. Stellan doubted the alpha would ever make a noise like that no matter how close to death he was. But definitely a wolf. The noise sounded almost familiar. “I'm gonna go see what it is,” Stellan informed Sig, shifting and bounding off into the woods. Sig could follow if he wanted to. Stellan wouldn't stop him. But the big wolf's curiosity had gotten a hold of him, luring him out of the safety of Eivind's cabin and the comfort of Sig's arms.