"That's the problem," Isaac says, pushing both hands over his hair, trying to keep it from getting in his face. "It's not that being a girl is bad or anything, but I'm a wolf, April. I can't handle girl and wolf at the same time, I can barely control one," he says, staring down at the baggy clothes. "Yeah, I was stuck like it for a while," he complains. "I got a couple things for my wardrobe."

He nods towards his room, arms crossed over his chest. "Do you know how to braid hair or something to get it out of my face?"