Eivind's continuous refusal to offer Blue any amount of context for his current predicament had reached a boiling point. Now that they were precisely where Eivind had wanted to bring him, there should have been absolutely no reason for him to deny Blue some kind of explanation. But the stubborn wolf blew off his questions once again, and Blue had decided that he'd had enough. He sat there on the couch, fuming, his body trembling not just from his pain but from the anger that swept through his body like a fiery wave. Who the fuck did this beast think he was and why did he have the audacity to assume that Blue would just roll over for him? Blue shook his head, frustrated. Why was he even asking himself such questions? He already knew why Eivind was behaving in such an irritating manner. He was a werewolf. It was so fucking simple. Werewolves had already done enough to prove to Blue that they cared very little for humans. They held not one ounce of respect for a species they deemed inferior to their own, and no matter what Blue said or did Eivind would continue to treat him as something<i>less</i>. A child, a weakling, someone to condescend to at every opportunity. And perhaps Blue was all those things, but he wasn't going to settle for it. If Eivind wanted him to behave, he was going to either tell Blue what he wanted to know, or he was going to have to force Blue to comply. Blue wasn't going to give him any other options.<br/><br/>Blue stared intently into his own lap as Eivind moved about, gathering things from a bag Alaric had left for them, retrieving a glass of water. He tried to hand a pill to Blue, and although the human desperately needed the relief the medication offered, the boy snorted and slapped the pill away. "Don't act like you care about my pain," he growled, looking into Eivind's dark face for only a moment before directing his attention to the front door. "Thank you for helping me," Blue said bitterly, his hand gripping the arm of the couch as he shakily stood himself up, groaning from the effort. He was so dreadfully exhausted and standing was only sapping the last vestiges of his energy.<br/><br/>"I'm not interested in waiting around until you want to share what bullshit torture you have in store for me." He pushed past Eivind and started to slowly walk to the front door, which was difficult without assistance. He clutched at his side and leaned against the back of the couch for some semblance of support, knowing he would most likely fall on his way but not caring. He was too angry to function reasonably.<br/><br/>"At least when I was with Lofgren and Alden I knew quite well what my purpose was," he spat, figuring Eivind wouldn't be happy with Blue for bringing up the wolves who had kept, tortured and raped him for weeks and not exactly caring whether he angered the wolf. "It's amusing to consider that they were more forthcoming with their intentions than the man who supposedly saved my life. You ask me to trust you and go along with all of this, and so far I have, albeit reluctantly. But that's only been because I'm terrified that at any moment you'll snap and do to me what you did to Alden. With Lofgren, death was always a known possibility. After a while, I even began to ache for it. But I knew precisely what I was expected to do, or not do, and it was<i>more tolerable than this</i>.<br/><br/>"So if you don't want to tell me what the fuck is going on, fine, but that doesn't mean that I have to stay around and just sit like a fucking idiot waiting for you to stab me, or fuck me, or . . . Whatever!" Blue couldn't stop the heat from reaching his cheeks, and his face bloomed into an attractive shade of flushed pink as he continued to awkwardly stumble his way to Eivind's front door. He had no plan, no idea of what he was going to do or where he was going to go. There<i>was</i>nowhere to go. If Eivind did allow Blue to leave, all he could do was maybe make his way back to the road but he certainly wouldn't last long out there. But logic wasn't something Blue was considering in that moment. All he wanted was a simple answer. All he wanted was to know<i>what </i>and<i> when</i>, so that he could prepare for the worst the wolves planned for him.