“I scraped my hands when I fell … ” She took her hand back and peered at it in the moonlight. There were dark streaks on her palm. “And I think I sprained my ankle. I might have cuts in other places … “
“Were you bitten?” Red-eyes — Derek — snapped.
“I didn’t bite her!” Yet another voice — she turned and met the blue eyes that had first startled her.
Wincing in unison at her explanation, Isaac tightened his hold around her, protectively cradling her against his chest as he fought the urge to bury his face in the crook of her neck. She was hurting and it was all because of him – if she hadn’t gotten spooked by the howls, then she might not have fallen.
“Neither did I – she just fell, Derek,” he stated firmly, before doubt twisted his lupine features and he glanced down to gaze at her with obvious concern. “Summer? You…you weren’t bitten, were you?”
“Bitten? Wha—OH. No. No, I’m not bitten. I just fell down. I’m fine, really.” She tried her best to be reassuring, which was a little hard when surrounded by werewolves. She slid her gaze back to the blue eyes, and noticed another pair of blue eyes in the shadows, much darker now.
Only one of them, only Derek, had red eyes. Did that mean he was the leader? But then what did blue eyes mean? Isaac’s eyes were blue when he — what would the word be — when he wasn’t wolfy, but not this kind of blue.
Summer heaved a sigh and put her head under Isaac’s chin. “I want to go home,” she muttered.