Summer froze, staring at him. “Werewolves,” she repeated. She looked up at the Moon, and back down at him. She took a few breaths, and said, “Well.”
“Isaac, what are you doing?” Red-eyes hissed.
Summer gulped, and clung harder. She wasn’t afraid of Isaac, even like this, but Red-eyes frightened her.
“Derek, you’re scaring her,” Gold-eyes said softly.
“I trust her, okay?” Isaac whirled to face Derek, knowing that he was being disrespectful and disloyal by answering back to his Alpha in such a manner, but this was for Summer, and he’d do anything for her. Plus, he wouldn’t lie to the only person that meant the world to him, not anymore.
“Werewolves,” he echoed with a nod and pursed his lips, waiting for her to say something more as he half-listened to the interaction between Derek and Scott.
Summer yelped when he spun around, clinging more tightly. The pressure tweaked her ankle, too, the one that already hurt. Nerves made her tone sarcastic. “Can I be put down before you start fighting? I don’t want to bleed anymore than I already.”
Someone growled softly, and then Gold-eyes interposed himself between Isaac and Derek, pulling one of her hands from around Isaac’s neck. “Isaac, I can smell blood.”