She reached out and put a hand over his, forcing it to be still. “I don’t understand /any/ of this. Who /were/ those people? Are you all werewolves? Were you — why do you all have different colour eyes?” She leaned forward, resting her head on the wheel, and made herself take a deep breath. “Do you — need to be out there with them? Because it’s the full moon?”
“Do you hate me?” Were the first words out of his mouth, his eyes widening as he appeared to realise that he’d uttered them aloud, before he exhaled a deep sigh and shrugged helplessly. “I…they’re my pack. Derek turned me – he’s the one with the red eyes, and he’s an Alpha. So’s Scott, actually, but he’s got in his own pack, but we all sort of…combined together when some bad stuff happened? It’s weird.” He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if she even wanted to be around him right now. “Yes and no. My…my wolf part wants to, but my human part…I want to be here with you, Summer…”
Summer jerked up, looking at him with wide eyes. “No, I don’t /hate/ you! Why would you even — ” Her mouth began to tremble, and she closed it sharply, and swallowed hard. “You’re still the same you. I know you are.” She squeezed his hand, and glanced toward her ankle. “I, um, I should get my ankle checked before I try to go running through the woods again.”