When the poking and cutting had ended for the night, Blue let out a long sigh of relief. He leaned back against Eivind, putting all of his weight on him, little though it was, and let his head fall back against Eivind's chest. Near the end, the tea had started to kick in, and although it was nothing compared to strong narcotics like morphine or OxyContin, it was enough to stop the shaking of Blue's body and let him settle. All the pain in Blue's body become a dull throb; he might be able to stand, if necessary, but his movements would be slow and awkward. His breathing calmed as he stared at the worn down wooden walls of the cabin. Blue imagined at one point that the cabin might have actually been charming, perhaps back when its former owner was still around. The structure was well-built and had a solid foundation, but years of neglect had caused the cabin to deteriorate into this sorry state. Why were werewolves so incapable of taking care of anything? Blue understood why Lofgren's pack secluded themselves away from human society; they were more beast than man, and Blue doubted that any of them could ever successfully integrate into a civilized, law-abiding society.<br/><br/>The short silence was broken by Eivind's voice, and Blue suddenly remembered that he was tucked up against the wolf, his back pressed against Eivind's chest, the wolf's arms supporting his malnourished body. Blue cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, wanting to move but not really having anywhere to go on the bed they were currently sharing. Reluctantly, Blue settled again. If Eivind wanted to play chair to him, that seemed fine enough to Blue. "I wish I had your naive confidence," Blue droned, looking down at his naked body. "But you don't get it. Lofgren nearly killed Jamsen just for implying that keeping me was a bad idea. You guys<i>really</i>think that Lofgren is just going to let you walk out of here with me? It's one thing for him to let me die, it's another for someone to take what he thinks is his."<br/><br/>Perhaps the wolves had made some kind of agreement with one another and that was why Eivind was so sure of Lofgren's cooperation. Alden and Garlan were most likely injured from their fight, so that weakened Lofgren's power a bit, but Blue didn't have enough faith in the alpha to believe that he would act reasonably, even when he was at a disadvantage. The Lofgren Blue knew was selfish, arrogant, and terrifyingly strong. Eivind certainly wasn't as big as Lofgren was, neither was Alaric or the other wolf Eivind had scuffled with earlier. Maybe if two of them took Lofgren on they'd have a chance, but Blue didn't think that mattered much. Each wolf in Lofgren's pack was as vicious as the one before him, regardless of size, and they lacked any sense of honor. Getting into a fight with one of Lofgren's pack wasn't just an altercation between rivals, it was a fight to the death, and Lofgren's wolves craved blood and fought dirty.<br/><br/>Blue didn't like it when he was told that it wasn't the time for questions. He scrunched up his face in displeasure and shook his head angrily. "No, no, you don't get to tell me that. I don't even know who the fuck you are, where you came from, or why you're helping me. I want to know right this second what your plans are. Why are you so intent on keeping me alive? Alaric certainly didn't seem to care. Why are you taking me, and where? Why should I even agree to go with you? What, does your pack need a sex slave, too? Wouldn't it be easier to just find your own instead of stealing someone else's?"<br/><br/>The human inhaled as much as his broken ribs would allow and placed his hands in his lap, wringing them together anxiously. "What do you want from me?"