The moment Alden placed his hand on Blue's head, the human realized that he had made a huge mistake. The wolf spoke in sweet, loving tones but the look in his eyes was hungry and intense, and all the pain and grief that Alden had imposed on him came rushing back, smacking him like an angry wave and pulling Blue underneath the surface of his own regret. Blue didn't want to go with Eivind, now that he knew Eivind's only goal was to take him away and end his life, but he didn't really want to stay with Alden, either. Alden would keep Blue alive as long as he possibly could, dragging out Blue's suffering until the boy's final breath, and he would enjoy every moment that Blue clung to him, wishing for release. There was absolutely no winning, Blue decided. He was going to die either way, that was evident, but at least Eivind's way of taking care of him would hopefully be merciful.<br/><br/>When Eivind commanded that Blue get off the floor, he scooted away from Alden and tried to get up, clutching at his side as if his fingers were the only things keeping him from falling apart. The boy had only managed to prop himself up on his knees when Eivind stepped around him, and Blue caught a momentarily glimpse of metal. "Eivind--" Blue began, but it was already too late, the wolf had sunk the blade deep into Alden's body, not with the intention of simply hurting or maiming, no, Eivind planned on killing Alden. And he did.<br/><br/>Blue watched, unable to pull his eyes away as Alden shuddered violently in Eivind's arms. There was a look on Alden's face that Blue had never seen before: fear. In the weeks since Blue's abduction, never once had he seen even the slightest hint of terror in Alden's eyes. The wolf was crafty, always in control of every situation he stepped into, orchestrating manipulations that constantly left him the victor. Perhaps it had been an act of desperation, or maybe sheer arrogance, but Alden hadn't counted on Eivind. He hadn't counted on Eivind's brutality and determination, and his carelessness had led to his own horrific death.<br/><br/>Alden's body fell to the floor of the cabin and blood flowed from him, seeping onto the floor and creeping toward Blue at a slow, disgusting crawl. The human backed away from the blood and once again grabbed onto the chair beside the bed, pulling himself up to a standing position, his eyes never once leaving Alden's body.<br/><br/>Trying to organize the tornado of feelings that raged inside of Blue was nothing short of staggering. Part of him felt elated to see his tormentor on the floor, all light gone from his eyes and red leaking out of him. Part of him felt lost, unsure of what to do next. It had been just over a month since Alden had taken control of his life, dictating his every movement, but the month had stretched on for what felt like years, each minute a horrific nightmare that Blue was forced to relive again and again and again. What was going to happen? To Eivind? To him? A lump had formed in Blue's throat and he tried to swallow it down to no avail.<br/><br/>Synnove had run in with Alaric not far behind, and Blue backed up against the bed. Was this it? Was Eivind going to turn on him now that they no longer had the luxury of time? Alaric was rushing them, telling them they had to move before Lofgren discovered what had happened to his one of his own. Blue was ignorant to the laws and agreements between packs, but he assumed one wolf murdering another of a different pack was a grave offense, and he imagined that Lofgren would want to pay Eivind back in kind.<br/><br/>Blue looked up at the fierce wolf, wrapped up in a terrified awe that forced his hands to tremble. Eivind did not look like he regretted his actions whatsoever. There was a cold stoicism to his face that made Blue want to run. And perhaps he would have were not for his weak state.<br/><br/>"Are you going to kill me now?" Blue asked softly. "If you're going to do it, do it quickly. Don't make me linger here on the edges of life like Alden or Lofgren would. I can't fight you." Blue started to cry again, and he hated himself for it. He wished so violently that he could be brave, but instead he cowered in Eivind's presence, and felt his sense of self crumble to pieces.