A slight twitch of his upper lip was quickly followed by a low rumble from Stellan's broad chest. Human teeth with canines a little larger and sharper than normal were bared to unfocused, wandering eyes. The hairs on the back of Stellan's neck rose in disapproval at the wiry wolf's casual suggestion.<i>Sig isn't for the rest of the pack</i>, he thought angrily, olive green eyes narrowing. Though his stance had changed, however subtly, Garlan seemed too intent on complaining to notice. Despite his desire to protect his pseudo-mate from Garlan's grubby hands, the big wolf's quiet, accommodating nature kept the handsome beast in check.<br/><br/>“I got nothin' to say to Lof,” Stellan growled, but Garlan didn't seem to be listening. Stepping aside reluctantly, Stellan stared with half-lidded eyes as his pack mate dialed the phone and waited for the voice on the other end to hunt down the elusive alpha.<br/><br/>Rigidity found Stellan's muscular form once more as Garlan began to show interest in Sig. The ugly wolf's attempts were sleazy at best, and Stellan felt a small burst of pride shoot up inside of him at Sig's immediate rejection. Garlan's response wasn't one he appreciated, however. Garlan made ready to lunge, prompting Sig to hop away and Stellan to reach out and grasp at Garlan's arm, breathing heavy and teeth once again on display. A flash of fury blinded Stellan for a brief moment as the wolf inside of him prepared to pounce, ready to do to Garlan what he had done to Blue if the scrawny wolf dared to touch Sig, but the sound of Lofgren's husky voice sliced through the tension in the garage like a hot blade.<br/><br/>The alpha left Stellan no room for argument, ending the conversation before it had even really begun. Stellan huffed and shrugged his shoulders, walking to the garage door and nodding his head as Garlan hung up the phone. “There, you relayed your message to me. I got it, loud and clear. If Lofgren calls on me, I'll make my way back, but right now it doesn't seem like I'm needed. You've done your job, now let me do mine.” He paused, eyes dropping down to the oil-stained concrete floor. “And Garlan, next time you flirt with my wolf, I'll beat you to the end of your fucking life,” Stellan promised, his voice steady and cool as his gaze snapped back up to meet his pack mate's. It didn't matter to him if he and Sig weren't properly mated. Seeing Garlan try to get a piece of Sig, casual as it was, ignited something inside of him and left a bitter taste on his tongue.<br/><br/>Garlan grumbled, whined and snapped as he left—as insufferable as Garlan could be, he wasn't stupid. Stellan wasn't one to make idle threats, and the strength to tear Garlan limb from limb rested in Stellan's muscle fibers. Stellan slid the garage door down and locked it once Garlan had climbed back into his half-broken down vehicle, turning back to Sig and releasing a heavy, pent up sigh.<br/><br/>“We should go tell you friends what Lofgren said,” Stellan decided, taking a few steps forward before stopping himself, hands clenched into awkward fists at his sides.<br/><br/>“Look, uh, if what I said made you uncomfortable... about you being mine, I apologize. I just—the thought of Garlan touching you...” Stellan growled, frowned, stared hard at the floor where the front left tire of the cherry red Mustang sat. “Not a fan,” he added gruffly, upper lip curling into a silent snarl.