Though Colten's description was relatively vague, Stellan had no doubt the boy Lofgren had kidnapped and tortured, the one a good portion of his pack had brutalized, was Sig's friend Blue. Dark hair. Pale skin. Pretty, skinny, tall. The pieces were falling together to form a dark, disturbing puzzle that left the large wolf gritting his teeth and clenching his fist as the young one continued to talk. If Stellan's suspicions were correct, it made perfect sense to him why Eivind was a psychotic mess. Anyone who touched an alpha wolf's mate was simply asking to have sharp, unforgiving teeth rip out their throat. Knowing that an entire group of wolves had forced themselves onto his lover must have weighed heavily on Eivind. "Fuck," Stellan mumbled, unable to keep himself completely silent as Colten lead him off to where Jamsen was quietly hiding out.<br/><br/>"Colten, humans aren't like wolves," he explained, speaking over the sound of crunching dead leaves and rustling grass. "Some respond to aggression, but many don't. The boy was probably terrified. Sad. Even if you tried to be nice to him, you were hurting him. Lofgren probably hurt him, too." Though Stellan was sure Lofgren had done a whole lot more than just<i>hurt</i>Blue, he didn't bother speaking too harshly about the violent wolf to Colten. The young wolf was still naive and a loyal follower.<br/><br/>Stellan instinctively lowered his head as Jamsen approached, his pelvis obviously stiff and severely limiting his mobility. That Lofgren hadn't killed Jamsen for going behind his back and losing him his toy was a miracle as far as Stellan was concerned. At the very least, it showed Lofgren still had some kind of strategic mindset. Disposing of Jamsen might have been a proper punishment to an alpha as severe as Lofgren, but leaving him alive set an example for the rest of the pack. Don't fuck with Lofgren.<br/><br/>"What kind of wolf would I be if I didn't come to visit the old man once in a while?" Stellan threw back, eyes scanning Jamsen's body and noting every new scar, every unfamiliar wound. Despite the pain he must have been in, Jamsen wasn't too fazed, quick to make a small joke. Stellan grinned, nodding. "I met someone. He's a beauty," he said simply, not wanting to give too much information away while Colten was still around. One never knew what information would get back to Lofgren.<br/><br/>"I heard some things went down while I was away," he began, figuring the old man wouldn't mind his forwardness. "Lof got himself a toy. Dangerous thing to do. Kidnapping young humans was never our way. I don't know what he was thinking." Stellan settled himself down, reaching out to assist the stiff wolf if needed. Wolves, especially old ones, were proud creatures, and though he was aware Jamsen might refuse the help, he offered regardless.<br/><br/>"Colten here was telling me about the boy and what you did." He looked up over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. Colten was sulking about, obviously ashamed to be in Jamsen's presence.<i>Good</i>, Stellan thought, his mouth tightening. "You went to Sieger, and he brought some wolves to confront Lof, right? The details get a little messy after that. I know one of Sieger's killed Alden. You know why? Or what happened to the boy?"<br/><br/>Of course, Stellan knew precisely why, but he thought it important to see if anyone<i>else</i>knew. Considering no one had gone to hunt Blue and Eivind down, there was a good chance Lofgren wasn't aware the boy was still alive. Stellan had already decided he needed to go back. Not just to find Sig, but to apologize to Blue. And Eivind. Stellan couldn't stand the idea that he was part of a pack that would have so viciously brutalized an innocent boy, and though he kept his demeanor cool, his stomach was aching and his face was taut. What they had done wasn't right. Had Stellan been around, he would have liked to think he would have tried to stop it.<br/><br/>Of course, then<i>he</i>might have been the one with the shattered pelvis instead of Jamsen.