[She shot to her feet, half in shock at the change that had come over him, and half in shock that he recognised the powder.] /What is it/? [Her voice snapped with tension. She forgot about the hunter on the other side of the door.] Tell me what it is!
[He ignored her, whirled around to face the door until the glow of his eyes subsided. The guy on the other side was getting persistent, his shoulders starting to smart from the constant pressure—he was a pretty strong brute, whoever he was, and Isaac had just about up to fucking here with everything.
Footsteps. Two back. Two forward as the man threw himself at the door—the second collision was made, Isaac wrenched the door open, letting the guy fling himself forward on his own. He fell through and the beta grabbed at the back of his jacket, flinging him into the desks with a grunt. The second he was airborne, he grabbed the girl’s hand, ignoring the burn of mountain ash, and yanked her out of the room and down the hall.]
A protest died strangled in her throat when Isaac threw the hunter damn near across the room. Trying to keep up with him meant she had no breath for the question that had suddenly become the most important one to have answered. His legs were so much longer, and whatever he was, it gave him incredible stamina and speed. It felt like her shoulder was being wrenched out of the socket. Finally she resorted to the trick that had saved her in high school more than once: she set her feet, reached, and grounded hard, sinking her dead weight to the earth.