<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“It has to be enough for this,” Eivind said, shrugging. He didn't say anything about future circumstances. He didn't know if he was capable of stopping himself in a situation like what they'd just experienced. Sure, he could control his urges some of the time when handling Blue. It had gotten better, but it was iffy at best initially. He didn't think he cared enough about the rest of it getting better. He hadn't changed to maul Vincent as a wolf. Luckily, that wasn't his first instinct. He didn't consider him a proper threat to himself that he felt it was necessary, and Eivind have proven comfortable of fighting as a man.<br/>
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Despite the severity of their conversion, Blue's arousal wasn't waning. After checking him over, finding he wasn't hurt badly, it started to become more difficult to ignore. Eivind was watching him, though he didn't say anything about it. He was himself, but had hadn't fully come down from the ordeal, and now he was somewhere between fury and budding interest in exerting himself over his mate. He made another comment about his hand, and the wolf nodded. For the time being, that was a notch more important.<br/>
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“Okay,” he said, and they walked back over to Sig who was holding a few bottled of water. He used it first so that Eivind could get Vincent's blood off of him, then followed it with pure rubbing alcohol for his knuckles. The wolf hissed, looking annoyed. He helped Blue rinse his hand, though didn't subject him to the alcohol. It would only cause the wound to bleed more, Daniel has said anyway. Next, Sig handed bandages, gauze, tape, and antiseptic wipes over to Eivind, so that Blue didn't have to carry them. They both figured they could take it from there, and Sig waved before tugging Daniel along. It was easy to see Eivind was still angry, and neither wanted to push.<br/>
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Once inside the relative safety of the truck, Eivind helped Blue bandage and tape his hand, taking a more proper look at it to make sure it was now free of glass. Luckily the glass hadn't splintered, so the pieces were fairly large or it likely would have been messier. He didn't care about getting blood on anything inside the cab, but more so that they got the bleeding staunched. It wasn't that bad, luckily.<br/>
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Eivind was eager to get them out of the parking lot, out of Vincent's vicinity. Who knew if he was dumb enough to come confront them again outside, in an effort to save face. He would have a hard time not running the guy right over. So instead Eivind focused on getting them out, but he still seemed agitated, in more ways than one. It didn't help that when it was all said and done, both seemed a little hot for one another. For Eivind, being closer to his mate was turning more to a need. He thought he could wait until they got back to the hotel, but decided his volatile mood wasn't going to allow it. He pulled down a dark side street, to an area that dead ended. He didn't say why.<br/>
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“Blue, get in the back seat,” Eivind told him evenly, with little explanation. It wasn't an order, exactly, but Eivind wasn't asking, either. He helped Blue, so that he didn't have to use his bad hand to climb over the center console between the seats. Eivind wasn't far behind him, reaching beneath Blue, wasting no time as they both shifted to undo the opening of his jeans. There was too much to get in the way in the front. The back seat provided them more space, and Eivind had the urge to reestablish his claim over Blue since someone had just directly violated it.</span></span>