Sinking down to sit on the stair, Summer shook her head wearily. “No, he’s not going to kill you. Not if I have anything to say about it.” She looked over at him, at Isaac’s white face peeking out from under the bed, and beckoned, as if to a small child. “Come on. Come over here.” Her head throbbed, a vicious ache stemming from the use of her ability.
“Is it going to scare you more to talk about it? I’m not going to let him have you, but it’d be nice to have some context here.”
Isaac managed a slight smile as he crawled out from his hiding spot, wandering over to where Summer sat on the top step of the stairs. He let out a sigh as he joined her there, shaking his head as he began to explain “It’s a long story,” he murmured, letting out a shaky breath. “When I was first bitten my alpha was killed by those men and my pack was murdered one by one. I was the only one left but they kept hunting me. I managed to get away at first. I was weak as an omega, an easy target, but no pack would take me in. Eventually they caught up with me and that’s the last I remember before you got me out of the lake. Those men are professionals. They’re angry that I got away and they’re not going to stop until they kill me.”
Rubbing her hands over her face, she blew out a sigh. “A lone wolf. And you were going to leave — how did you even imagine that you would be safe? Which reminds me — how the /hell/ did they find you here? That should not be possible.”