“That’s something I’d like to know too,” another voice said. This figure had gold eyes, too, and somehow they didn’t frighten her the way the red eyes did.
“Friend of yours, Isaac?” asked a third person — the owner of the red eyes she’d almost run into.
Surrounded. She was surrounded by not-human creatures, and Isaac was one of them. She let him pull her to her feet, much more easily than she expected, and then cried out and crumpled the moment she tried to put weight on her foot.
Without pause, he scooped her up into her arms the instant she cried out, not quite registering that this position would give her a greater view of his physical changes. Inwardly admitting defeat, he cradled her against his chest and sighed, before finally replying.
“She…she’s my girlfriend. Summer, this is Derek and Scott and Peter and there’s a couple of others lurking about too,” he mumbled softly and ducked his head, waiting for her to react in some way.
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?”