“It scares me too,” she snapped. “But it’s not like I chose this, or like I can just turn it off — I’m not particularly fond of how you react to the full moon, either, but it’s there so I accept it.” Summer ran her fingers down the side of his face, brushing them over his mouth and pausing to poke at the freckle on his chin. “For all of me, you can punch him any time you like, but I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
He flinched at the tone of her voice and reeled back, knowing how annoying his endless questions could be — after all, his dad always said the same thing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered helplessly and turned his head to the side to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “He deserves it. But maybe I’ll just throw a rock at him instead?”
She broke into giggles. “A big rock? Rocks fall, everything dies?” An image popped into her mind of wolfy Isaac, heaving a giant rock over his head and tossing it at a tiny squeaking Jesse, and she kept giggling, helplessly.