He swept her up like she weighed no more than Helios, which put her much closer to the fangs than she really wanted to be in the dark, with adrenaline still tracing hot lines through her bloodstream. That close, she could see other changes, too: heavy brow, pointed ears, facial hair or fur.
But he was still Isaac underneath. His actions, his words, spoke that with crystalline clarity. He was still Isaac, /her/ Isaac, and he expected pain and loss. She put her arms around his neck and held on, looking right into those golden eyes.
“You have a girlfriend?!” three voices exclaimed simultaneously, in varying tones of surprise; of pleasure, of shock, of disapproval. She didn’t know which name belonged to which set of eyes; they all seemed the same in the dimness. Pleasure was Gold-eyes, who seemed oddly familiar; disapproval Red-eyes and simple shock Blue-eyes.
It took every bit of control she had ever learned to keep her voice from shaking, but she did it. “What are you?” She glanced around at the shadows looming around — looming less, held as she was against Isaac’s tall form, but still seeming to loom in the moonlight, and added, “What are all of you?”
Trembling slightly at the obvious scrutinisation, he fought the tempting urge to set her back down on the ground, knowing that it couldn’t be long before the revulsion set in. But he was a monster, and there was no way that he could expect her to understand that. He had no lie, no excuse to justify disappearing for a few night once a month and he had dreaded this moment, and now, it was here and he didn’t know how to react.
But the fact that she was possibly injured took priority and instead of pushing her away, he tightened his hold around her, his breath hitching as she wrapped his arms around her neck, ignoring the others’ exclamation as he focused on her only. Seeing what he hoped was acceptance, he let out a faint whine, seeking approval and wordlessly demanding her to speak, hoping that she wasn’t frozen with fear.
“I…we’re…” He faltered then, wondering if she would believe them or demand more proof, before deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt and tell her the truth. “We’re werewolves, Summer, and tonight’s the Full Moon.”
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.