“Oh, god.” Her voice went rough, and she cleared her throat. “You have to /tell me/, Isaac. What could hurt a werewolf?” She wanted so badly to be able to reassure him, but without the specific shape of his fear, she didn’t know what to say. And he wasn’t saying anything about why he was bloody and had clearly been in a fight with someone — or something.
“A-another werewolf…hunters…D-Derek said that there was a pack of…a pack of Alphas and they…” He whimpered and twisted to bury his face in the crook of her neck, trying to focus on not shifting instead of the helplessness threatening to overwhelm him.
Summer wrapped her arms around him, making meaningless soothing sounds, while her mind raced. A /pack/ of Alphas? How did that even work? Why would there be a pack of Alphas here? She realised she didn’t know nearly enough about how werewolf culture worked — and if she truly wanted to help, she would have to tell Isaac her secret.
She shied away from that. Yes, he’d given her his, but that — it wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same. So she just held him, and rocked him slightly, and made an aura of safety and calm for him.