She hissed between her teeth again as he pressed gently against the gauze, pressed the medical tape down. “It’s not your fault at all. Whoever that blue eyed person is, it’s his fault. I was just walking back to my car, minding my own business, when he freaking jumped out from behind that big pine tree and /growled/ at me, all fangs and glowing eyes. And then Derek jumped out at me! I didn’t even know you were there until you called my name.” She studied her hands, wounds warded behind white cotton.
Then Summer reached out and closed her hands carefully over his. “I want to know /everything/. I need to understand. And I — I want to see. What you look like. Like that. Again.” She held tight, not wanting him to pull away. Needing him to understand that she didn’t want to let go; she just wanted to /know/.
Hating the pained noises his touches were eliciting in her, Isaac forced himself to continue, fearing that an infection might set into her wounds if he wasn’t thorough enough. Sitting back once he was somewhat satisfied with the wrappings, he chewed on his bottom lip and heaved out a deep sigh, mentally taking note to have a word with the rest of the pack later on. “They…he shouldn’t have done that, Summer, I’m sorry. But once the Full Moon hits, our…our wolf side takes over and he wouldn’t have hurt you. I really think he was just seeing who you were?”
He hesitated then and trailed off, turning his hand over so that his fingers could curl around hers, breath hitching at the request. “I trust you to tell you, Summer. But you’ll have to let me talk, okay? You can wait until the end to yell at me or whatever, but you have to try and understand…or I can’t…I’ve never told anybody about this, okay?”
“Wasn’t going to hurt me my ass,” she grumbled under her breath. That person wanted her to run, one way or another, and he had fully intended to do whatever it took. But she wasn’t going to tell Isaac that.
Not right now.
She tugged and nudged until she could curl up against his side, putting her throbbing, twisted ankle on the couch. Then she looked up at him, and said softly, “I’m listening. I won’t yell.”